A Human Pet

A new soul screams out of a warm womb into the unknown.
No memories remain of warmth.
Uncontrollably the soul shivers in the cold,
Icy feeling of complete unrest.
The boy gets treated as the house pet.
Father kicks his new pet for amusement.
Mother lies and swears she’s there.
She hides dead eyes from the truth and wishes he would disappear.

Boy learns it’s better to be alone
Although inside he cries for love.
“Love must be another lie!” he screams.
Closes tired eyes and begins to dream.
Dreams of the only reality he’s ever known:
Father beats Mother then kicks pet’s head.

Still, somehow, this boy did grow,
Finding a light within, from where nobody knows.
So alone this soul, still seeking friends.
Alone seems safer until its End.
Discovering since his birth he wasn’t just their pet.
Finding solitude in his loneliness.

This soul turned thirty yesterday, this soul he refused to sell.
His lonely highs and empty nights, seems he used them quite well.
Soul now endlessly begs to rest,
Fighting off daily thoughts of death.

I see him now, it’s no surprise, I can see it in his yellowing glare.
Knowing enough not to play life’s silly game, caring more than we care.
Seemingly a bitter man outside, yet his heart truly bleeds.
Reality has been Hell from his very start,
From him they all came to feed,
Feed off the pet scarred from its birth.
Old soul, yet no one could tell.
Hard to feed off the pet sent here to teach.
What created this child’s hell?

Kicked from his confusing start, shows us now how big a heart,
Deep as the ocean’s deepest thought,
Truer than lies believed ’til we die,
Big as the sky that fills day and night.
Cries when he feels their tears,
Tears his soul knows well and has cried.
Humanity fades as childs’ minds disappear.

Once, dreams of childhood, there stands a pet, which no eye can see.
It stands straight ahead, it’s not a ghost, it’s not sent to scare.
Longing to insure he’s the last human pet, last child born to fear.
Inside he moans, it’s not a dream,
Another child soon becomes a pet.
He realizes no matter how sincere, he cannot change the world.

Tortured soul from birth, a pet now has died a lonely death.
Yet he has left us word to read to show how it would feel
To be kicked from the first memory of life and tossed into the world,
Beaten until they trained him right,
Child’s memory filled with fright.

Alone the pet now forever sleeps,
As more pets enter training.
In a world made up of tears, teachers try to reach dead ears,
Ears that don’t feel can’t hear a child’s pain.
This world belongs to the insane.

Deaf ears soon will ring and, oh too soon, may find out
When we deal children pain, they bleed more than we see.
Life’s not your game in which misery is your right to hand out.
Child’s soul, innocent and white.
You’ve destroyed a newborn life.
Not just a possession you’re free to destroy,
A soul has been lost.
A child’s soul you’ve stolen.
Tell me, what should be the cost?

Now maybe the hell you deal shall finally become real.
Your soul now becomes the pet you always wanted.
Now it’s time for your training, and I can’t sincerely wish you well.
A child’s will that you did break
Enjoy now in your Hell. 

D. A. Joy – June 12, 1994