I Hear What Is Said. I Know I'm Not Dead. The Pain! The Agony! Reminding Me Of My Destiny

I dream of days without memory,

with the warmth of no enemy.

Where time marks my inner me,

and relieves me of all I see from thee.

Answering in perfection;

Pass the Key to Eternity.

The way that makes a life to be,

I am at the end of learning: READ!

Onward, forward, goes my march.

Until such time I'm off or in charge.

And, fall I do, so very often, I knew.

It is what happens when your due.

Inasmuch as I can know.

It is to much, and, it starts to show.

"EVIL" shout behind my back,

to anyone that will listen to that.

I begin to become, broken-up some.

Dis-heartened to say the least,

I guess that without a soul,

I must stick out and look not whole.

Only a Girl, when it was sold.

A lifetime spent with this very big hole.

Obvious and often void

of emotion, I'm not a toy.

Gossip of such terrible things,

rumors become whats happening.

I go a way, on my own,

it is to say; A personal zone.

Leave be what is, 

I do not fit

into Society's ordered writ.

I am aware, I was called, "It."

The Spawn of Satan,

they did insist.

Each day, each moment,
I would not kneel.

they beat me to teach me.

"I will not repeal."

Should I be the Beast you see.

And my number matches me.

Then 666 will be surreal

and I offer you no deal. 

Looking towards the one to seal,

all of this inside of REAL.

I dream of days without memory,

with warmth to know no enemy.

The love will come from with-inside of me,

then you'll know I'm deep in need.

Without such things, I'm public foe.