Mo(u)rning

Poor baby

you look

so much

like

your father

Tell me

Why do you try to hide

your father's eyes

behind

that purple hair

His eyes

and your eyes

are brighter

than the force

that drags you

to the ground

Poor baby

You're too young

to have it all figured out

to bleed from the outside

You're too young

to have guns

for hands

to have pills

for food

Poor baby

God hasn't deserted you

You can stay

He's still there

Poor baby

You're too young

to have to think

the world

wants to see you bleed

on the inside

and breathe through your skin

Don't you know

Can't you hear

the echo

calling you

Poor baby

the world

and your world

are two

seperate beings

Neither friendly

Neither true

If I

had it my way

you could come

with me

to my world

You

could be

safe

Poor baby

I can't

even write

a decent verse

But you

look just

like

your father

Tell me

why

do you hide

not from him

but from yourself

Can't you see

not with your father's eyes

but with your own

that clean air

is easier to

breathe

Poor baby

Don't you know

what you're doing

not only to yourself

not only to yourself

but to the heart

of the man

you wished to be

Poor baby

You shouldn't have to know

who you are

Not yet

I'd take

you under

my wing

if you'd let me

but I know

you wish

to breathe the air

of those who taunt you

Listen

They don't know

the full story

They can't hear the screams at night

Poor baby.

Rest well.

I

will be there

for you

in the morning.