Child of pain and blood soaked clothes Come and sit beside me Let me see your story of sorrows Allow me to know all of your suffering
Young child of barely seven years So much agony your body reveals Eyes squeezed shut against acid tears Not all wounds inflicted by others
Bleeding child born of anger and death You look about with eyes not yet darkened Still living and hoping for yet another breath Determined to survive this torture
Sweet child still searching for love Closing your heart against the horrors night brings Eyes never straying from the heavens above As acid tears once again burn
An older piece; one of the few that I still like. Please post critique, or just randomness; I really like recieving input and advice.
ArtificialBeliefSystem · Tue Sep 06, 2005 @ 06:18am · 1 Comments |