the elves attic

THE QUIET ONE




dungeon of his youth
spawned him keyed up and angry

beatings turned him to stone

he feels none of her pain
as he slits her throat

the pervert who played with his dick
when he was a kid
opened his mind to devilish options

They drew first blood.

He moves among them acting
like what they want him to be
until he can be the one he is
the one who would drive them away
if they were left alive

he wished life was fair
when he was the little boy lost
now that justice would strike him down
he's glad it isn't real
as he taps on your shoulder
and smiles pleasent