May 2014
I am who I am, a misunderstood individual.Soo dark in mind, so say criminal.
I am who I be.The son of my father, some mistaken by the bad image he left behind.Those that tends to bother.The long road of redemption to redeem my soul.Knowing its corrupted and slowly decaying.My hands oh so cold, even when praying.Hands frozen by the heat, I pointed at my thoughts, and spine tingles from the cold feeling it gave off.Made my hand sweat.
Then a image came in,and all were regrets, that surfaced.
Now the room spinning, with only the sound of my heart.
"thump" "thump"
....pow!
By: Emmanuel jv Hernandez
12-8-11
I am who I be.The son of my father, some mistaken by the bad image he left behind.Those that tends to bother.The long road of redemption to redeem my soul.Knowing its corrupted and slowly decaying.My hands oh so cold, even when praying.Hands frozen by the heat, I pointed at my thoughts, and spine tingles from the cold feeling it gave off.Made my hand sweat.
Then a image came in,and all were regrets, that surfaced.
Now the room spinning, with only the sound of my heart.
"thump" "thump"
....pow!
By: Emmanuel jv Hernandez
12-8-11
