Still Life

These are not my eyes and not my hands. I don't mind, I don't care. I saved some rent, that saved my life. You see, I've never been a child and I've never had a home. I've only slept in the loneliest places. I'm always down, but I'm never sleeping. This demon child, whoever created, imprisoned or not is not devastated. Accustom to the darkness, no stranger to pain It does not pay to complain. After all, what is disgrace? I dreamed I saw a father. I watched him kill a mother. Now I kill everything I find and still no peace of