They'd call me precocious

Though they think me perverse

Youthful skill in arts and craft evolved into something worse

Outside is where I'd hide

It's dog eat dog here and the strays provide

Passed from home to home, and abused from the start

Tossed aside like trash, they've used me up

I simply cannot stand it!

There is wrongness in my bed

I'd ask for help but by the way they say I'll surely die

In the cracks of the system is where you'll find those like me

Those thrown by the hands of the good into the mouths of wolves and dismissed by society

Well to tell you the truth mister I believe I'm sick

There's nothing like the feel of steel I'd prod and prick

And the look in their eyes when they saw that I won

At the point of my knife is when they saw what they had done

Unanswered questions of how and why shrugged

Ligature bruising, petechiae marks

I simply cannot help it!

There is wrongness in my head

I'd ask for help but judging by the spray I'd say that you are already fucking dead

In the cracks of the system is where you'll find those like me

Those thrown by the hands of the good into the mouths of wolves and dismissed by society

In the cracks of the system is where I feel finally free

Discarded by the hands that once could into the depths of world and unleashed entirely

This is the world

Abide by no rules

Tired of fear

I will not be the victim

I, Victor

Avenging myself, I stand taller

Harnessing pain now I've fallen

I will protect and I will provide

For those strays like me

Beware the howl in the night