He was a young man, his life just begun  but never felt young  His parents hurt him, and stole his childhood  beat it out of his young mind  Dad was a veteran and alcoholic  and so violent  Mother just sat there watching the TV  her only words hate  she paid no notice to him  he couldn't love her  if she died he wouldn't care  So now he's so cold with no emotion  And no one matters  All that he can feel, merely physical  he thinks that is emotion    (He feels nothing)    Day to day lusting after flesh  Feeling satisfied with penetration    All the girls in his mind  Fantasy merely postpones his wrath  Acting out, soon follows  Walking dead women waiting to die    Fingernails embedded deep into flesh  Straddling his body gyrating slowly  Soft hair flows over ripe breasts swaying gently  Her screams of ecstasy, not fear this time    Digging through her garbage, searching for something  Picking through remnants of her daily patterns    Discarded tampon, telephone bill stub, last night's dinner  His heart growing fonder with every load he takes    Dreaming of what is to come for this girl  Her broken ripped flesh, swollen on his penis    Upon his discovery of her depressive state of existence....her sorrow  His attention to her growing stronger, more obsessive....she's his    His collection now nearing completion  He knows everything  His parents are blamed, his misperception  They created his problems  His mind is feeble, like a rape-machine  Sex is what drives him  His first is special, and so beautiful  She doesn't know what's coming...........