Her womb was the first place of his abandon,
Born into a world alone, without a thought or voice,
His name was the bastard!!! the out cast of little boys;
As time passed by the boy he turned into a adolescence;
The world could not understand, why he could not stand there presence?
The boys mother died a death, a cancer grew inside her breast,
and took her.
In school the bastard lied; he'd steal, He'd fight, he'd sleep, he'd cheat,
because he did not know how to feel; he could not cry, his gaze was steal, it never could be broken.
The boy he grew, he got more mean, he killed his first when just a teen, the devil lived inside his temple.
The boys fathers alive, one of twenty guys;......Who donated their lust to his mother; he is a man who's fortune is tall, he never even called her after, -Donation? Baby batter-
The boy he grew to be a man, hatred filled the hole, all the days and all the nights, resentments filled his shattered soul.
His vow in life to search this great big world witch he resides; to search the streets of lost despair and take twenty more lives.
The bastards friends they follow him everywhere he go's, these shadows have followed him around, the only friend the bastard has ever known.
These shadows of darkness, expressed out of the bastards mind, have created a monster and left the little boy lost in time.
The bastard killed the first girl at the age of mere 13, the fire in his passions rage took control of the boys age,
he cut her throat, he bound her hands, gagged her mouth, and then sawed of both her legs,
His friends directing his actions from start to the bastards finish.
The bastard grew to be a senior living in a home, with images of all the pain, all the blood, all the tears,
his friends have left him all alone.
Sitting in his bastards rocking chair, out his eye falls just one tear,
He realizes all the pain that his pain created,
he sits and rocks and watches the clock,
alone now and frustrated.