A Soul Gone Amiss

There were moments as a baby,

That I certainly will not discuss.

My father always had the thoughts that maybe,

All the fuss would go adjust.



But as a child growing up,

Nothing changed in life.

Never did I receive that cup,

Where nothing goes wrong minus any strife.



Then the time of adolescence came,

When all in life went amuck.

Little did I know of fame,

Until that day of my sorrowful tuck.



But before I converse of the ground,

I must enlighten of where I left myself behind.

I dressed my body in a gown,

The one my father loved when we dined.



I took the sash about my neck,

Sensing the soft finger of the silk.

My father then strolled in from the deck,

And witnessed the lifeless chandelier with guilt.



Now I convene in a cell, I do,

Wondering why I just could not fly.

I realize changes should have been new,

But I did not want the chance to say good-bye.



I see the blood of death in here,

And many faceless bodies lay.

With many cries of fear, I hear,

In the many hours and minutes of my horrid, horrid days.





Closely the dragon breaths his fire,

With his horns and hooves we stay astray.

I finally see the place I live,

Knowing it’s all because of yesteryear.



Now I wish I would have lived,

The day I left the world behind.

But now I must dwell within the gates I give,

Where my neck will always bind.



Oh, so do I wish the vision of fate,

Would not have taken my life away.

But because I decided to leave all the hate,

My soul must always dwell in the fiery pits of hell.