Product Of The Past

The sun is down, the lights go on

A glass and concrete hell

The beast aroused, begins to prowl

Aware of every smell

He notes perfume in the air

Sees footprints in the dust

Woman's blood upon the ground

A victim of his lust

He can't resist their call

His night will be their last

Sworn to have them all

A product of the past

Beaten at an early age

A scared and confused child

Fierce revenge on womanhood

Makes mother's wrath seem mild

Every night tortured sleep

No one there to care

Outcast of society

Trapped inside his lair

Something more than animal

Yet something less than man

Striking fear in women's hearts

A sick and twisted plan

Stalking every unlit street

Searching for his prey

Stranger to compassion

Now violence is his way