I took him in,
At a young age.
So cute to me,
Turning our page.

Now…

Legality,
Watching him drown.
I to save him,
Then to let down.

So…

Rocking cradles,
All to debate.
Where are parents,
Of lonely fate?

I pray God will take my life first,
Leaving you alone in the shadows,
To realize the price for our own blood…
No more your life for mine to thirst,
The times you tried me at the gallows,
Noosing your own neck for tears to flood…
Slow martyrdom of death to march,
  No one to save our scars lost of time,
Burnt screams of you telling me to stop…
Withered wrinkled bodies turned to starch,
mimicking dancing demons to mime,
Cry the souls yearning our bones to drop…
Long lost tainted blood for salvation,
a world to witness our damnation…

Could it be you,
To end my days lost in blunder?
Your saving grace afar,
A hope so loving of wonder?
Miles the ocean,
Of sacred waters to whisper…
You hold a key so dear,
I longing to be your kisser.
Sands of your home,
Cradles the loveliest treasures.
O’, all gold to unfold,
Unlock my heart for your pleasures.
Of golden shore,
You are worth more!

I wish I can find you a cure,
To heal everything I done wrong to you.
I wish I can give much more,
Knowing my love has always been so true.
I miss the way you used to laugh,
Knowing I’m here to always hold you strong.
Alas, what left of me is staph…
Burning needles under my skin and wrong.
It’s not your fault of me falling,
All done to myself a long time ago.
The bugs aren’t in me yet crawling,
My chemical romance you’ll never know.
So what of the days to all shine,
My heart blackened and praised a shrine?

There have been days of darkness,
Talking to you.
There have been days of light.
In the end you will always be my friend,
And I hope to see you again.
A journey so is parlous,
Discovered true.
We’re birds ready for flight.
I pray Heaven your soul reaches the high,
Seeing you in happy tears shy.
For our days are never done,
No one to shun.
Coming so far to strive;
Journey of days alive.

She came to me with the unborn,
The devil’s look in the baby’s eye.
Small feet & hands all well too torn,
I to grab my own son dead & shy.
What I thought would be a blessing,
Would only begin life misery.
Long ago, I so obsessing,
Waiting for my heir of mystery.
Feeling his beating little heart,
Beat! Beating! No lungs grasping for air.
No more a mother, but a ****,
Dead eyes of her evil long lost care.
So, I killed her - life for a life -
Who knew - the prayer of a knife…

Do you love the grit of my teeth,
True caressing sweet nature,
Slowly engulfing you…
Love‘s venom taking over us,
Never to let you go free,
Nor leave a simple clue…
Symphonies of dreams distorted,
No one to crave you but thee,
Savings for catacombs…
Who to find you of buried love,
Your skin melting of ***** wealth,
Reeking of ****** pomes…
Shake alive your casket of limbs…
Of ground the crying violins…