
The Dear Young Boy
The night was dark
The shadows darker
As they danced on the walls
They sang of a story
Of a young boy
And writhed in the pain of it all
First they whispered
Of the young boy's mother
A mistress to any who pays
They tell of her hair,
Dark as the night
And of her face,
For it was quite the sight
As the room grows silent
They mutter of her doings
Her drinking and drugs
And the hitting of her son
Screaming and screehing
Throwing things against the wall
They mimick the woman in all her faults
Snapping a stick right in two
Showing, what the mother would do
The breaking of ribs and pulling of hair
The burning of flesh and shattering of glass
That house was a nightmere its self
And then they told of the men
The many men the mistress had
She brought them all to her house
Then when she was done,
And they had paid the bill
Just as a tip, leaving them alone
That woman would throw her son
Locking the door, she laughed at the screams
And ignored the calls from her boy
Smoking a ciargette, in the back of her yard
Putting it out, with the butt of her heel
She went to relese the child
If the lady wasn't satisfied
She'd throw the boy out
Leaving him, trapped in the yard
With the company of an empty dog house
Shivering in delight, the shadows took flight
They climbed upon the walls
Looking down, they merely said
The tale has just begun!
Scar after scar, the boy did endure
Then they spoke of his father
The young man who tried to take him back
He promised to love and to give life
If only, if only the shadows cackled
The boy would so somehting for him
The father mention how he seeked love
How he wished to have every part of him
Nodding the boy agreed to his wish
And the man, threw him to the bed
But only after thrice an hour had past
The mother waltzed in, with eyes of a hawk
And the lady kicked out the father
In punishment for his satanic deeds
With boiling water, supposedly holy
She poured upon the dear boy
The night withered to day
And the sun began to rise
The shadows darted around the room
Then they began to tell of his demise
Covered in bruises and gasping for breath
Losing all will, he left the living
To find peace within the dead
The boy was buried as the moon rose overhead
In the back of the house, where the mother did live
Still to this day, no one knew, of the dear young boy
Who was laid to rest, on that darkest of nights