Mr. B (not done)

I remember the depths of the abyss that I was falling to.
All the echos that caught me with hands, pushing me, slamming me into the wall.
Their eyes on me mocking my own extence in this school.

I remember the sounds, the voices, the curses, even felt the darkness that they showed.
The very darkness that is still inside of me like a wave from the sea's anger.
She roars, and washes anything in her path.

Oh, how I longed to be that same sea, she, the beauty of man's wouders.
Blowing away those good for nothing sailors who cursed me out of their own pitty.
But I was no of she, the sea's own nature.

I loved every body but they took me on the rod and beat me to the point where my heart could not bare it any longer.
I felt every tear ran down upon my own washed out face.

My cheeks redden with the fear of death, the fear of being a tool of tormet.
I tried to fight back, but my life was being drained to fast.
I clutched my fist and was on a rage.

Screaming the names that have crused thee, to the point of the sword.
Blood drips from my hands as anger is aroused.
The day went by.and time changed.

I was with you..on this golden age.