Death Silence Poem by Andrew Tom

A life I do not know
Incarnated inside mothers womb
Undead perish lays the waste
Abandoning my darkest hours

For I laughed they may see
For I cried I am born to be
Miserably broken of my curse
Blessing me with this testimony

Wandering in the streets I rome
A misfortune of my home
Begging the dimes in my basket
For a piece of my living hunger

This days I am outnumbered
Fighting through the scars
How soldiers came to occupy
A grassy field I always known