"lift the weight and devil upon me.
For the morning brings back the present,
lasting what seems to be a lifetime!"
Cursed in his own uniqueness,
losing a son to the devil who filled him with bleakness.
Killed lights and eyes looking away,
holding blue hands with nothing to say.
Whispered lies and driven by spite
Mother's child lifeless and out of her sight.
eye's glare through the cage, "bleed inside and taste the blood
daddy's here and hes making it flood."