No Rights At All... (World's Diabolic Abusive Cruelty) Poem by Steven Drake

Life can be a living hell.
When evil people breed contempt
For you. Stealing your precious dreams.
For brutality and pernicious greed.
Making them happy for wealth and
Fame. Helped by all others to cause me
Excruciating pain. Off the edge
Of liars and thieves. Building their
Careers, freely lying and cheating me.

In the depth of my writing
Thrown to the wolves and predators.
Wishing me dead through the shock. Displaced.
Forlorn and alone. In terrible throes.
Stealing me blind sighted for love
That no one had for me.
Ripping my heart out, where evil wins.
Praying to God for the rights of
My sanity. When collusion always wins.

Buried beyond compare of
Anyone I've ever known. Week
In the knees. No fair privileges.
Crippling my heart, body and soul. Lying
Alone in the horror I've known.
Can't shut my mind down for those
Whom get off scot-free. Without
Any conscience for their sick, sordid
Cruelty, bleeding me raw to my bones.

Slaughter the child for the man
Inside of me. Steal all of my chances,
Without anything to look forward to.
Burn me completely through treacherous
Schemes. Death defying acts to escape
With my life. No rights at all in this
World's diabolic abusive cruelty.

Trying to overcome a
Lifetime of being abuses. When
Terror strikes me down into these deep,
Dark profound shadows. Wondering why God
Has put me through this? While the
World praises my enemies.
For their culpable sins. Without
Any faith for my honest
Approach. Terror's perpetual crimes.

I can barely feel I've got any
Life a all. But who gives a damn
That I suffer? While the wicked, ruthless
People care nothing about me. Nor
Anyone else for what I've been going
Through. Without anyone that I can
Relate to. Writing lyrics stolen out of
My hands. While they make millions
Of dollars. While I fall into nothing.

No abiding truth in any friends.
Socially I feel like hell. Can't seek
Therapy when the truth doesn't mean
A damn thing. Slander my name. Set
Me up to be killed. Fiery infernos. Set
The stage for my demise. Damned down
Into the pits of hell. Sell me out a
Thousand times for family and the
Music industry and movies.

Slaughter the child for the man
Inside of me. Steal all of my chances,
Without anything to look forward to.
Burn me completely through treacherous
Schemes. Death defying acts to escape
With my life. No rights at all in this
World's diabolic abusive cruelty.

Can't reach anyone to come forward for me.
After all whom I've told, my life means
Nothing to them. Just ego concentric.
Maniacal. Everyone goes along with
The terror that's shamed me down.
No crowning affect for me. For the evil
That makes them proud. Sometimes I wish
That I were dead. But suicide is not the
Answer for those whom don't care if I live.

Why am I writing this? As a fatalistic
Effort. Not poetic enough to be heard,
Felt and seen. Without a leg to stand
On through liars and thieves. Just the
Terror of treachery. While my evil
Family gets off scot-free. For their
Abuse. Treading me as if I am nothing.
While stealing my lyrics for the music
Industry. Setting me up for everyone.

Because I had blocked the severe pain.
Through the denial of their power..
Just to kill me. For all the money that
They've made off of me. Writing as a
Child prodigy. Verbally and physically
Abused. Without a loving mother or
Any father's protection. I had to fend
For myself feeling completely alone.
Set up by family and ex-wives.

Slaughter the child for the man
Inside of me. Steal all of my chances,
Without anything to look forward to.
Burn me completely through treacherous
Schemes. Death defying acts to escape
With my life. No rights at all in this
World's diabolic abusive cruelty.