An Oak Portal To The AfterLife...Through The Door To All My Mind
A Padlock Hiding Whats To Contain...Blackened Walls Inside
With A Flash I Am Transported...To The Days Of My Youth
And To The Days Of My Mother...Yearning For The Truth
Wondering If I Was Really Useful...Or Using Me To See
If I Was Her Pot Of Gold...How Much Cash Was Inside Of Me
How We Were Running Low On Cash...A Checks All I Could Be
And I Was In The Possession Of Strangers...Intent On Using Me
For There Own Twisted Reasons...But Unbeknowst To He
That I Wasnt Right In The Head...Called A Crack Baby
Not Mentally All There But No One Knows...I Usually Look Fine
But When My Mom Gave Me Up To Them...It Appeared In Me Eyes
The Hotel Room Was Dingy...Just Like Ever Other Time
No One Could Afford Luxury...On Boy They Spent Every Dime
Most Were Consitent Customers...Those Who Liked To Sodomize
All Changed The Day...That I Decided I Would Make HIm Die
He Brought Me Inside The Room...And Asked How I Was That Day
He Was Mocking Me I Could Tell...I Begged Him To Go Away
But He Would Not, He Insisted He Paid...He Would Get His Way
And That Was When My Life Was Ruined...Everything Changed
He Dropped His Pants, He Smiled Wide...He Behind To Force Me Down
No Way That I Could Ever Escape...I Began To Look Around
For Anything That May Help Me...But Not A Thing Can Be Found
Despersately I Spied A Letter Opener...A Dull Yet Affective Blade
And He Began To Strip Me Down...I Began To Creep That Way
A Raging Red Not Pupils There...Veins Bulged Far Too Wide
He Slides Inside Of Me, I Begin To Cry...I Slowly Grab The Knife
And Allow Him To Continue...I Would Soon Control His Life
He Pulls Out After An Hour...I Was Still There For The Night
But When Turned His Back To Clean...I Lunged At Him With The Knife
The Blade Bit Into His Yielding Flesh...He Gave A Feeble Cry
His Eyes Glazed Quickly...He Knew He Would Not Live Through The Night
Blood Came OUt Very Quickly...A Thick, Scarlet, Dripping Coat
With His Last Energy He Spun Aroud...And Grabbed Me By The Throat
I Began To Stab Him Again And Again....He Would Not Let Go
Slowly He Began To Stop...His Final Life Had Now Been Drained
And That Is Where I Lef Him...Laying In The Hotel Slain
And Now I Sit Here In These Padded Walls...Strikingly White Rooms
And Now I Spend The Rest Of My Life...In The Nevada Mental Institute