Wednesday, June 30, 2010

I'm a Bastard

Tell me who is my father? who is my mother?
where I search care? where I search love?
Let me kill my father if he still alive
Let me care my mother if she still alive
Because I hear her screaming
oh! where is she?
I see her scared face and slim body.
But I don't know how she is really.
I don't know her real figure.
Oh! grandmother
Let me get your daugher's shape
To draw in my heart.
Who killed her? Please...
I hear laughing, but it ends in cry!!
You people asking, who I am?
I am a bastard
I proudly say it!! yes I am...

3 comments:

achu said...

i can feel the pain of ur wrds
i can see the bloody strns frm ur wrd .and also i lik the sweeety imagination abt her

dream said...

oh!hw much u suffer..hw much u care!i dont think it's faith..hell!

margaretha said...

leave ur past dont look back,face the future n make it good.let ur mom be memories,not 2 forget but not also 2 always 2 think.make her proud of you