In shadows deep, where sunlight feared to tread,
A child endured, a life half-lived, half-dead.
His father's hand, a cruel and punishing fist,
Left marks unseen, yet wounds that would persist.
His mother's love, a hollow, starving gaze,
A fragile hope, consumed by endless days.
A stepmother's touch, a violation's blight,
A stolen innocence, forever lost to night.
Now, years have passed, a man of twenty-five,
But echoes linger, where pain used to thrive.
The truth distorted, a twisted, bitter plea,
A desperate cry for love he'll never see.
Anger's fire, a flicker in his soul,
A violent storm, beyond his own control.
The scars remain, invisible yet deep,
A haunting past, where nightmares never sleep.