Faded into the black streets she hide

Nightmares of past still haunting my ass
Why must it continue to pound in my head?
Sometimes, I just wish I were dead

The marks of pain still remain; chained
Her perfume spilled onto my bed; stained
With each stroke my sanity was drained

I run into the arms of my sick step-mum
Twisted teacher of love; I succumbed
Never knowing what I’d, now, become

Her bosoms so soft and supple
Caressing me after she beat me double
Only because i was always in trouble

Her sickness overflowed onto me
I wish she could see what she’s done to me
Held accountable for the hate in me

In awe I’ve always wondered why, all along?

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