Kill The Truth Kill Me Poem by kwane Lamb

Since (Viet Nam)
seems like I am just dumb
never really wanting to cause harm
but always ON alarm
Expectations I do not have
my life is...drab
I am afraid to see to my doctor
I know that is not wise
I need to talk to be alive
Running away...
With tears in my eyes
My life I cannot realize
My purpose in life was to kill.
I raised my right hand
that was the deal
my own life I steal
that is for real
Kill, Kill, Kill
A Viet con name Kim
lay deep in my soul
now that romance is cold
My daughter is in my life
and oops...so is my wife
I cry at the drop of a hat
Mmmmm, imagine that.
My past is full of crime
In Vietnam I spent my time
Help!
The things I say and do
makes me shame too.
I raped and killed
Cut somethings away
Yet I still live today
If I were dead I would be better off
sealing my mouth and covering my cough
I am a killer who cannot kill
Is this the life I live for real?
Doctors try to help me
That is what they say
But still I live another day
Why!
My answer is to cry
It is because, I really need to die.
They say(the doctors)
I am a walking time bomb
God knows I wish no one any harm
I've been back in the world
A long time now
things are only getting worst
I should be in a Hurst
I don't know who I am any more
Makes me weak and my heart sore
I fought a war(conflict) if you will
Not a war but a conflict real
How many hearts did I really peel?
Am I ill?
The people in charge
Open my past doors
Never closing them back
Then lock me up
For committing some act
I turned to dope
Just to stay a float
Realizing that it is wrong
But how else can I be strong
I run away every chance I got
People are so full of SH- -
In 30 minutes what can I say
That is all the time doctor has today
Give me a weapon
let me run wild
Something I can do with style.
Bang! Bang! I am dead.
whisperkwane
swtlamb@yahoo.com