The Killer In Me

The Killer In Me...3...WHO AM I?

THE KILLER IN ME...........3...........1/29/12

3. WHO AM I?

                  MY mother had died trying to have me.

And well, MY dad left before I was born. MY name, Kalima Sutherland. And sence I had no parents and other family to go to, I was sent from one foster home to another. It was easy being a baby... It didnt start till I got to the age of 3 years old. The abuse and neglect. I was not a normal child. And I was filled with alot of RAGE.

        I never knew what to expect or how long I was going to stay in one house. I was always alone. I had no one to love or look up to. MY foster family wouldnt let me have any friends, And anyways I was teased and tortured every day so it didnt matter.

         In some of these houses I stayed in were really disgusting - on the inside and out. If they had pets, they would just let them pee and shit on the floor and leave it there for me to pick up. I was their slave, I couldnt go anywhere or have any fun. I was nothing, a ghost to them, and no one cared. I was to little to fight back and even if I did I would just get beatin.

          I remember the first time I was touched the wrong way by "MY SO CALLED DADDY."  I wanted to scream but I was to scared. I remember lying there crying and thinking about death. It was either me or him!!!     I was a beautiful child but felt ugly and dirty. On the inside and out. I never knew what love was - I had nothing but hate in me and everyone - specially men... And I thought this was normal. I thought this was happening all over, Until I grew up and everything  was to late....

 

                                         WHO AM I???

Do you really want to know,

How all shall come to pass

in a slow mighty darkness

I am the QUEEN

whose hand with

one swipe could

seperate you from

your life

 

Sending you from

here on earthy down

to the harshest

bowels of hell

it would be like

making love

on a bed of roses

dispatching you

from MY sight

 

Where you may

wait forever

trapped

in purgatory

 

all of my delight

 

Waving MY hands

in a dance of death

 

I chant:

I am the monster

under your bed,

I am the evil inside

your head.

I will        I will.....I will

kill you dead.

 

BEWARE

for death is here to

stay

because you will be

taken apart

from everything

you hold

dear and solemn to

your heart

 

I am your worst nightmare

and I can make you

disappear without a

trace

 

I am the QUEEN who

holds you near and

then wipes you out

before you even

hear a sound or know

that you have fell into the

palms of a deadly witch

 

                           I SING MY GHASTLY WAY:

               "MY soul is with devil down below,

                MY hate for men will forever grow..."