Son of the Damned 'Part 3'
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Anger... Annoyance Pulsing through his veins Ignorance Stranger... Than even her belligerent pain Nothing... Seems To matter to him anymore Useless Feelings... He's shutting and locking doors Senseless... Souls They corrupt everyone he meets Bloody Beaten... He leaves them alying on the streets Suicidal... Homicides Led by the bloodstained knife Isanity Calamity... What's the point to this life......? Living off the knife Surviving from his fists Bullet holes Slit wrists Welcome to his life Hating to love And... Loving to hate Never giving up his life To the twisted hands of fate A train wreck Where the survivors were all too late Shaking with venom and rage Life's nothing but a play And he thirsts for center stage Mother's panging the cell phone line... Again Why bother to answer? She never bothered to care Wound up in her depression Shooting him toxic glares This was how she showed her love To her one and only son Whom she gave up for adoption When he was only three Through this thick purple haze His eyes cannot see What began as a dare Became an addiction Escaping police chases Became his one true conviction Hating today Despising the morrow Pathetic disgraces for human beings Drowning in their own sorrow Toxic Hatred; enough to freeze over Hell No one ever died for his sins Not as far as he can tell A world where nothing else mattered But being a five year old boy Foster father leaving him bruised and battered Yet, that was 12 years ago They all adore him but Of his past he'll never let them know They hold him up only to break him down Acting sympathetic; acting as if they care They'd give him a death cursed crown IF THEY HAD THE CHANCE... Born into darkness, never to find light Born a "blind man", never to see the sight THEY'D SLIT HIS THROAT WITH A LANCE... Because no one ever bothered; no one cares Walking down the street, he feels their glares Life's a calamity, as far as he can see Rich posers, diamond rings, a superstar sings Not the life for him, to much strife for him No love, without a friend, this life never seems to End...

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