born of a broken man
01/05/2004 03:16 a.m.
my fears hunt me down
capturing my memories
on a frontier of loss;
they try to escape across the street where
jesus stripped bare
and raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture
in the name of mine
in the name of mine

born of a broken man
but not a broken man.
born of a broken man
never a broken man.
born of a broken man
but not a broken man.

the autumn leaves have since fell from him
and empty glass of himself shattered somewhere within.
his thoughts like a hundred moths,
trapped in a lampshade somewhere within.
their wings banging and burning
all through endless nights
forever awake, he lies shaking and stirring
praying for someone to turn off the light.
-Z. De La Rocha
I am currently Alienated
I am listening to rage against the machine- born of a broken man