Vex and Siolence

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