The thoughts are pooling through the mind,
But answers you will never find,
And He, who only judged and blamed
Will never make you feel ashamed.
The One, who cares not of us,
But who grabs souls in his pass,
The One who cursed you with a bane
To feel and act like an insane...
Oh, but he listens not to you,
The ones he listened to were few,
Or there were none at all
For they were burned in their fall.
Remember times, when you were young
Respected leader of the gang?
Or maybe earlier than that,
Admiring dead, silenced cat?
Remember death, who looked so true,
When mother died when you were two?
And how you clinged for the life...
All for survive, all to survive !?
Perhaps He cursed your father too
And left his body as a clue?
For just to shatter bonds of fate
He disappeared when you were eight...
In fear for your own life
You started robbing to survive,
And soon you joined with the others -
Your bloody-bounded cursed brothers.
Together you were real power,
Who were soon christened in blood's shower...
And that is how you have been done -
The Cursed One, and a sin's son.
But these days have long since passed...
Your darkest times, as you've guessed,
For nothing is born without reason
Even in murky, darkest prison.
...There were times when you cried
"Why ?! Torture no more - let me die !"
...But no one listens, no one hears,
