A faded memory please know that Poetry is more than just a collection of words…Poetry is the speech of our souls…It’s who I am, and who I long to be…It’s the writing of the poet. The story of our lives; the love. The pain. The joy. Poetry is Poetry…Poetry is life. I am Born from Hell This broken heart doomed to love, the one not welcome up above... Born in fire, and raised in steam, Anger, hate; an unborn dream. Torn to pieces, left to bleed, because a warning he won't heed... "Those born within the depths of Hell shall never climb the white stair-well." Shattered hopes upon the floor, he's pounding on a locked steel door... he wants to fly; he dreams he might, on this boring, lonesome night. Ripped apart, chewed up inside, he wants to run and longs to hide... Knowing that he'll never fly, he lays on down, prepared to die. Here I sit, alone in my room These four walls They are just my tomb Thoughts of you plague my mind I just don’t want to leave you behind What pains me more then not one embrace Is the image of tears down your face How I wish I was there for you To hold you, to caress you To love you true Tears flow, but why am I cryin'? Its not like I'm dyin' But maybe then, free of this mortal prison cell Banished form heaven and cursed by hell To wander this earth forever more Maybe then I'll find your door To see you, to touch you, for one embrace Just to bring a smile to your face But these are just words written in text How I wish to know what will come next I hope, I cry, I pray to know what to do But here I am, Alone Nothing more than a ghost to you