V.O.L.

Walked with the devil from my first step
I learned to speak and prayed for death
Collection of scars on my flesh
A human monument of your regret
Emptied my lungs, no one heard a sound
Fractured hands never mend
Broken minds never grow
Children cry out for love
Dragged below
A call for help, a battered face
What’s become of this human race
Pictures and their frames
Bury the shame
Victim of Life
No more pain
No more light