My fears hunt me down
Capturing my memories
The frontier of loss
They try to escape across the street where
Jesus stripped bare
And raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture
In the name of my, in the name of my
Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
Like autumn leaves
His sense fell from him
An empty glass of him self
Shattered some where within
His thuoght like a hundred moths
Trapped in a lampshade
Some where within
Their wings banging and burning
On through endless nights
Forever awake he lies shaking and starving
Praying for someone to turn off the light
Born a broken man
But not a broken man
A song from; Rage Agianst The Machine
I love that band...if it's a band I heard a song form them or some band similar to that name... I didn't get this part An empty glass of him self...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
again, great one! i love dis one too! WOW.... u have such great words n works! u have talent!