In death he thought

conceived of hate,
a cold child he was,
laced with evil,
and demons of gone fathers.
many a sin they saw,
a devils' child they thought,
brought off wedlock,
said he had to pay.
tender of age,
fatherless he was to be,
society raised,
learning the hard way,
faced with misery,
and none a lending hand to give,
rejected by many,
a few he could trust.
of drugs a family he saw,
of crime a distance he stayed,
sought answer from all around,
to prostitutes and,
the worlds neglects,
of lifes question,
an answer hard to get.
a lone child,
of lost hope,
in death he thought,
lies the words,
he searched for..


©skillz 2011