a lost child's creed

cold hearted and young
using ink as a tongue
im a dumb kid with a pen
feasting on intellectual brains of men
sipping tears of sun
taking slugs from evil sons of guns
my memory lane,
is full of potholes of pain
my childhood was strained
coz my heart was dry and never knew rain
but each second was full of ecstatic thrill
i was quick to bleed my pen before present got killed
with every clock chime,
i laid a rhyme
to commemorate the passing time
i was a soul of mischief
and my alter ego was dying with grief


now look at me,
crying foul to the scudding dark clouds for
sun rays that i cant see
im a disgrace to the society
though im reciting Parables of Franz Kafka and
scrolls of the Dead Sea
its a shame the knowledge cant help me


now i wait  for the evening of my life
when the curtains will close and goodbye the
emotional strife
but until then,this pen,i hold it tight
squeezing from it every syllable to sire
mass weapons for this fight
im ruling over my verbal scripture
scrawling scripts on dead skins,writing
about my future
to poetry im a lustful seed
its bittersweet,in their monologue of thoughts
they say im the cursed breed
when my moods swing,i make my pen to bleed
a lost child's creed!!!