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Wednesday, April 11, 2007


poem with message at the end
Child One More time


In the night is sit in the rain
And I listen to the calls
Learning to live with the monsters
And feed off the pain
Able to tear myself apart with out anyone seeing

Not in the night
I am not here
Leave a message
I might get…Beep

Hit me one more time
Yell at me one more time
Go one pull the gun

In the night I see all the children
I see all the pain In there faces
I see all there hungers
And I think of nothing
To much pain in my mined to live with out it

Hit me one more time
Yell at me one more time
Go on push me in to the wall

In the night
I can see the hurt in your eyes
Feed me
I can see the knowledge that it hurts
Let me take it away

Let me bring you to safety in your dreams
Let me fade in to the night
Let my wings dance like a butterfly
Let me smile in the rain
Because I am the child garden
Demon no longer
Life a memory

Hit me one more time
Yell at me one more time
Go one, one more time

In the night I sit in the rain
Watching the lights of hope flicker
As the children’s innocents fades
In to black and blue, crimson tear

In the night after my body is at rest my soul will leave and dance on silver wings
And I will be a demon to you and a angel to other’s and this is how it goes
For I see the pain in childes eyes
As they learn to stand and grow yelling

Hit me one more time, I dare you
Yell at me one more time, I dare you
I dare you
Just one more time




Note to readers

Every where there is some little kid wondering what it would be life to not have to worry about mum or dad going off.
All ways wondering if they will be good enough to get a smile instead of slapped
Some of them get a chances of freedom and some don’t and it kills what ever was there for hope
And the ones that know it, that have lived it and gotten safety in some way, are there with broken or crippled wings being the angel form some one else out there
And this is a piece of writing for the ones who have lived it and the ones who are still living it

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