Fernando Alvarez

Rookie - 0 Points (1988- / Mexico City)

My Only Sin Was Being Born - Poem by Fernando Alvarez

Being born was my greatest of sins,
The walls of my mind under siege from those outside,
And riots from within.
They torch my heart, and loot my pride.
My towers have lost their sentries,
I'm lying on my bed broken and torn.
The world still resents me.
My only sin was been born.
You say I'm going to burn, you say that I'm a liar.
The hell you speak of is my every passing breath,
No need for the fire,
Nor the plagues and the death.
The ripe cherry weak for plucking,
Your little whore meant for fucking.
I guess I mean nothing to you, and nothing to myself.
In the well of my mind is my conscience crying out for help.
Save me from the razor, save me from the stairs.
Guilt cuts through me like a laser, but you never really cared.
If you're born a thinker you're called the curse of humankind,
Hateful thoughts now linger, inside my hurting mind.
Stab you and me from every angle,
Or I could simply strangle,
If I had the patience to take my own life
Then I could end all this strife.
Beat me like I was your whore,
I will always resent you forevermore.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 3, 2005

Poem Edited: Sunday, November 15, 2009

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