Sweet Agony of Sorrow

How can a mother love,
A child who she bears from a rappist?
An evil presence born as the innocent
Helpless but with black blood,
In him?

She cannot love him with all her love
That is his curse.
As much as she wants to love him,
The pain and sorrow flushes back in
When seeing this young child.

As time passes,
The child grows up
Although silly childish characteristics,
She sees the evil already growing in him.
By his father, the Satan's blood,
Burning...

She thinks that she's the only one in pain,
No,
He, the child knows the truth as well,
...Even at young age.
His mind racing with melancholy
And tears,
Regreting to live in a life as such,
"Why?" He ponders.

Darkness fills his days,
Tears burnt crisply on his cheeks,
Cry he will not,
Nor will his face show any light.
"Why me?" He ponders again.

Time is the friendly teaser,
Who teaches him, the child, lessons
Gives him wisdom,
Yet he has never experience life himself.
"Why?"

He can't find love,
For his darkness has satiated to the fullest
How can he even expect love to find him?
He wishes for an angel to pick him up,
And love him forever,
Gave him everything he ever lacked.
"Where is she?"

Is it just love that he needs?
Or is there more?

"God...why did you give me this life...
To live? Is this my last lesson to learn?
Before the gates of heaven opens?" I ask...