The moment you came,
Viciously haunts my mind,
Ribcage piercing out of your chest,
Subtle brittle voice,
Weakened limbs resting on me.
I stood still, I soothed your raw face.
I heard the angels - and,
They were calling out your name
In this poverty, my darling,
You could not stay.
So I sacrificed your soul
And the deed was done
I lost my son
But gained an angel up in the heaven above.
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 8:10 PM UTC
The moment you came,
Viciously haunts my mind,
Ribcage piercing out of your chest,
Subtle brittle voice,
Weakened limbs resting on me.
I stood still, I soothed your raw face.
I heard the angels - and,
They were calling out your name
In this poverty, my darling,
You could not stay.
So I sacrificed your soul
And the deed was done
I lost my son
But gained an angel up in the heaven above.
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