He was a young man, his life just begun

but never felt young

His parents hurt him, and stole his childhood

beat it out of his young mind

Dad was a veteran and alcoholic

and so violent

Mother just sat there watching the TV

her only words hate

she paid no notice to him

he couldn't love her

if she died he wouldn't care

So now he's so cold with no emotion

And no one matters

All that he can feel, merely physical

he thinks that is emotion



(He feels nothing)



Day to day lusting after flesh

Feeling satisfied with penetration



All the girls in his mind

Fantasy merely postpones his wrath

Acting out, soon follows

Walking dead women waiting to die



Fingernails embedded deep into flesh

Straddling his body gyrating slowly

Soft hair flows over ripe breasts swaying gently

Her screams of ecstasy, not fear this time



Digging through her garbage, searching for something

Picking through remnants of her daily patterns



Discarded tampon, telephone bill stub, last night's dinner

His heart growing fonder with every load he takes



Dreaming of what is to come for this girl

Her broken ripped flesh, swollen on his penis



Upon his discovery of her depressive state of existence……..her sorrow

His attention to her growing stronger, more obsessive……..she's his



His collection now nearing completion

He knows everything

His parents are blamed, his misperception

They created his problems

His mind is feeble, like a rape-machine

Sex is what drives him

His first is special, and so beautiful

She doesn't know what's coming…….