Vex & Siolence

If the child slaughtered
Then found later
Wrapped up and withered
After many years
Crawled out from under untold layers
To take a shallow breath and listen
What would it hear?

Would the child answer
Full of anger
Full of rage and bloodlust spoken but never shown
With a seeming riddle
Or a puzzle
Neither the brutal nor the timid could have known

Deep down inside, too dark to see
The sex demands a shot of something
What violent offer could there be?
Here is the end
Here is nothing
Nothing

After breathing in their vacant air
After beating through what wasn't there
Death became the only answer, but not the cure
The final act became the meaning
No-one cared

Deep down inside, too dark to see
The sex demands a shot of something
What violent offer could there be?
Here is the end
Here is nothing
Nothing