Stereotyped Violence
Among the phantoms and the demons
Beneath the suppression and the anger
These animals rest their carcasses
The boy lies to his family
Without his ipod, with no friends
He tells he has had a good day
At the zoo the system calls school
He thinks they’ll never break him
Told to fight back against the suppressers
Annihilate the demons
He sits in the corner amongst empty minded losers
Hair filled with gel and hairspray
Tracksuit trousers and hoodies
They wine at the loss of their prom date
Calls her ho , says they can do better
This boy has no prom date
Never will go
Black nail varnish and eyeliner
Skinny jeans and an MCR t-shirt
Told by these people he’s a freak
Doesn’t feel the anger they feel
They are the demons
The phantoms
Poor attempts at suppressing his thoughts
Anyone who gets close to him
He pushes far away from him
Never remembers names
Always forgets memories of childhood
Of more suppression and constant beatings
Three months later
He is walking home with a friend
Who has the disastrous consequences
Much like his own
Kids from school coming towards
He is no longer afraid of their empty threats
They shout abuse
He and his friend try to walk away
There are three, they want to fight him
His friend, she refuses to fight
They rush to him, he gets angry to protect the girl
Unable to avoid this confrontation
Eventually getting the better of him he falls unconscious
She runs to his aid, she is crying and screaming for help
The enemies attack her on the ground
Stamping on her face
Blood pouring from her head
The boys run, laughing and joking
Happy prom tomorrow
He is taken to hospital, resuscitated…
Looks to find his friend
Sees her in a bed nearby
She is in coma unable to speak, eat, see
He is traumatised at what the demons done
Several hours pass, he still sits by her side
Promised her the world, but she can not be saved
She died later that night
Don’t leave me alone… His world was stolen from him
"I want them to never stop suffering for what they have done. I want it to be a life-long thing. I do not even think I can say what I want to happen." - Robert Maltby
Beneath the suppression and the anger
These animals rest their carcasses
The boy lies to his family
Without his ipod, with no friends
He tells he has had a good day
At the zoo the system calls school
He thinks they’ll never break him
Told to fight back against the suppressers
Annihilate the demons
He sits in the corner amongst empty minded losers
Hair filled with gel and hairspray
Tracksuit trousers and hoodies
They wine at the loss of their prom date
Calls her ho , says they can do better
This boy has no prom date
Never will go
Black nail varnish and eyeliner
Skinny jeans and an MCR t-shirt
Told by these people he’s a freak
Doesn’t feel the anger they feel
They are the demons
The phantoms
Poor attempts at suppressing his thoughts
Anyone who gets close to him
He pushes far away from him
Never remembers names
Always forgets memories of childhood
Of more suppression and constant beatings
Three months later
He is walking home with a friend
Who has the disastrous consequences
Much like his own
Kids from school coming towards
He is no longer afraid of their empty threats
They shout abuse
He and his friend try to walk away
There are three, they want to fight him
His friend, she refuses to fight
They rush to him, he gets angry to protect the girl
Unable to avoid this confrontation
Eventually getting the better of him he falls unconscious
She runs to his aid, she is crying and screaming for help
The enemies attack her on the ground
Stamping on her face
Blood pouring from her head
The boys run, laughing and joking
Happy prom tomorrow
He is taken to hospital, resuscitated…
Looks to find his friend
Sees her in a bed nearby
She is in coma unable to speak, eat, see
He is traumatised at what the demons done
Several hours pass, he still sits by her side
Promised her the world, but she can not be saved
She died later that night
Don’t leave me alone… His world was stolen from him
"I want them to never stop suffering for what they have done. I want it to be a life-long thing. I do not even think I can say what I want to happen." - Robert Maltby