A sorrowfilled Glance into the future.......

A boy with evil intentions awaits at the door,
Begging for money feeling no remorse.
He steals from the rich and steals from the poor,
As he lowers his own casket into the floor.
He forgets his sins, not remembering the past,
He feels nothing inside for his heart is black.
He'll steal the shirt right off your back,
To afford his arm filled of smack.
Hell, He'll steal the shirt right off your back,
For no reason at all just for a laugh.
He burries his troubles under broken glass