All I see, you look at me, with utter disgust,
All around me, have hatred for me, breeding inside their hearts,
How can so many forsaken me, without even knowing me.

I shall forsake humanity for forsakening me,
Hell is not my destination, but will those holy gates let someone like me through,
I am forsaken by this world, by my kin.

So many look at me and frown,
So many hear my words, and fill with anger,
Has sickness really crossed all the lines.

Watch my actions now,
You damn me as a forsaken one,
Then I damn your church to burn to the ground!

When the final days come, will you fight, or will you run,
Its amazing, that one as forsaken as me,
Will stand and fight the demons of the world,
You witness the pain of others, then turn and blame me.

In darkness come the forsaken,
Yet, so does the stars of the heavens,
How can something so beautiful, be so evil?

I stand up here, broken and worn,
You all torture me, and dub me forsaken,
I may not walk through the so called halls of the holy,
But I worship more then most in this world.

Damn you all for forsakening me,
If evil is to come of me, you are all to blame,
My child is threatened to be taken away,
Well, I will dub all who try, FORSAKEN!

© Jonathon William Dell
Black Hearted Poet