The game of life is never simply played,
Squirm and fight
A murderer disguised, the intelligent kind portrayed.
Pathetic parents raise a demon,
Fault and blame
With violence and pain a child learns to become.
A dish dropped, a terror storms through,
Tears held in
Stinging from disappointment, the child wouldn't know what to do.
Nature vs. nurture will always be an argued issue,
Childhood Abuse
This case, nurture, to bring death as his virtue.
Oxymoron, not to this kid's ears,
Only hurt and beatings
Cries only in his mind he hears.
Days pass on as no pain diminishes,
A serial killer made
The problem is, the innocent pay, their life he finishes.
Single-handedly a life will be taken,
No guilt, just satisfaction
A good deed to his father - solo bond faken.
Skin covered with lashes,
Child caught in home's jail
Only severe problems are remembered in this killer's past flashes
His childhood hell will become innocence's burden
Crept into new beginnings
His is forever an ending to be labeled and murdered.
Hidden in darkness to keep a disguise,
Scared beyond words
Stabs and screams - it's a GAME in his eyes.
Played with a killer smile,
Laughs and jokes
It's no fun being the victim all this while.
Locks the door to forbid a leave
Traps all scapegoats
No trace of his slaughter to believe
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
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