Chapter 1 : Slum
Life,a taste to divorce
As an orphan
Inject every structure of my bone with pain
Hardly without tears
Nor without laments
Yet what others take for granted
Is what I fight for every day
Where my home is the trees
Where my meal is leftover food
And in rage and rags
I wandered through the slum
Looking for peace
Where there isn't none.
Fierce!
A taste of hell it can be
Breaking off my bone
Chasing of my zeal
A world I have adapt to
Harder to cleanse the cross of this loneliness
Or reject to face the rhythm of dirts.
Wicked!
Where no path befell me
Where the beats of the wind
Tie me to this only place
Lost but not cut off life
Empty yet I look old
But once I breath my death
Yet I wouldn't die.
Oh slum!
The echo of laughter sound at distance
See life fly in happiness
Running in pants
I have nothing of such at hand
Even when I feel I'm supreme at a point
I'm just empty barely alive
Eating the bad soil in my agony
As the voice of my unknown parent
Toture me to fight without weapon
To a day I will win, I guess.
“and he battleS to fight hard” i believe there is a misspelling