Life has offered no explanation
For the torment I've had to endure
From my very first breath born into a struggle
Where nothing and no one were pure.
Madness and mayhem surrounded each cycle
From one hole to another was home
The warmth that I yearned for only written in stories
The madness was wherever I roamed.
I tried to understand the turmoil around me
How could I be always to blame?
I became guilty of everything life had to offer
Yet all that I have… is my name.
