Testo Vex And Siolence

If the child's mothered Then found later Wrapped up and ribboned After many years Crawls 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 at what was 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 demands a shot of something What final comfort could there be Here is the end Here is nothing Nothing After breathing in Digging in After beating through what wasn't there Death became the only answer But not the cure The final lack became the meaning No one cares Deep down inside, too dark to see The sex demands a shot of something What final comfort could there be Here is the end Here is nothing Nothing Nothing Nothing