Son Of Pain Poem by Tracy Rollings

In a world of darkness
alone in his own pain
walking the streets of loneliness
with feelings he can't explain.

Misery is Thaine own mother
long as I must live
torch-er is thy hard father
no more love to give.

Death has all ready started
the body is growing weak
deformed and all retarded
the demons want to peak.

Play time in there world
haunting empty souls float about
going deeper into sleep
knowing there's no way out.

Hear the evil master calling
names that I've heard before
feel myself start falling
straight through the floor.

Now feel at home again
pain ease's for a while
heart broken, soul gone
body empty, no smile.

My feelings of child abuse, the way I felt.