Crippled Heart Poem by Mara SalvatruchaDemon

i'm in the clouds
penetrating the skies
i need fulfillment and a purpose before i die
i see discrimination before my eyes
i have high hopes
i'm not really living
there wont be any preceding tears
never faithful but i silent pray
set close to destruction ways
pain full with stubbornness everyday
eating satisfied my temple
constellations in the mental
a majestic voice dispersed all the demons within
being emotional is something i pretend
laying in my bed like the bedridden
i realize i'll die alone
the disturbed one, farewell to me the trouble son
death entangled me and wont leave me alone
dismay and anguish forevermore