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Oct 2014
I was born in Westin Hills
A terrible place to first taste life
I was the spawn of 100 rapes
My mother's only crime
Was being locked inside

I was never blessed with a chance
to be a regular child
and my hatred for life grew
& grew all the while

Underwood, some Dad
Abusive ******* drunk
A twisted, awful *******
-but he taught me quite enough

The Air of Death in my lungs
Tasted so much sweeter than joy
And so I began to **** more and more
Men and women, girls and boys

I thought Love might have saved me
But 'Love' and 'Salvation' are Lies
In time, the need overcame me
The need to feel people die

My family couldn't handle me
In the end, it was all a mistake
They tried me-
-got off free-
They fried me their own way,
Burned me at the Stake
In my Special Place

But before they burned me away
The Dream Demons came to my aid,
Offering Life Eternal
for a mutually-beneficial exchange.
That day, they gained a new Agent,
and I
Vowed my Revenge.

*"One, two, Freddy's coming for you..."
An ode to Freddy Krueger.
Xan Abyss
Written by
Xan Abyss  Palm Springs, CA
(Palm Springs, CA)   
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