All alone at night
in this empty house.
I do not remember my father, and mother is out
scoring some kind of high.
The Beatings never
seem to end. The ringing in my ears is
deafening. The taste of blood in my mouth is constant.
Nightmares
are a nightly occurrence. The waking hours are not good either.
How else would a young kid turn out? Miserable and
angry ready to make society pay.
The birth of a serial killer...
"Hush
now baby, baby, don't you cry. Mother's
gonna make all your nightmares come true.
Mother's gonna put all her fears into you." --Pink Floyd
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