M..This child

This child has no window of his own
This child has no doors
This child has no home
And he is so alone.

Their is nothing in this life
No birthday or Christmas trees
Or a tooth a fairy.

No one to chase away
A bad dream, kiss his head
or keep him clean.

But he is down there
In the street
Taking what he wants
He won't be beat.

But he has no compassion
Blood like ice
Don't cross him
You don't live twice

There is no line
He will not cross
Shoot you down
He don't give a toss.

Broken home
A bleeding soul
Trapped in the corner
Of his own Hell-hole.