Vex and Siolence

If the child slaughtered
 Then found later
 Wrapped up and withered
 After many years
 Crawled out from under untold layers
 To take a shallow breath and listen
 What would it hear?
 Would the child answer
 Full of anger
 Full of rage & bloodlust spoken but never shown
 With a seeming riddle
 Or a puzzle
 Neither the brutal nor the timid could have known
 Deep down inside, too dark to see
 The sex commands a shot of something
 What violent alter could there be?
 Here is the end
 Here is nothing
 Nothing
 After breathing in the beginning?
 After beating through what wasn't there
 Death became the only answer, but not the cure
 The final act became the meaning
 No-one cared
 Deep down inside, too dark to see
 The sex commands a shot of something
 What violent alter could there be?
 Here is the end
 Here is nothing
 Nothing