If the child slaughtered
Then found later
Wrapped up and withered
After many years
Crawled out from under untold layers
To take a shallow breath and listen
What would it hear?
Would the child answer
Full of anger
Full of rage & bloodlust spoken but never shown
With a seeming riddle
Or a puzzle
Neither the brutal nor the timid could have known
Deep down inside, too dark to see
The sex commands a shot of something
What violent alter could there be?
Here is the end
Here is nothing
Nothing
After breathing in the beginning?
After beating through what wasn't there
Death became the only answer, but not the cure
The final act became the meaning
No-one cared
Deep down inside, too dark to see
The sex commands a shot of something
What violent alter could there be?
Here is the end
Here is nothing
Nothing
[fade out]
