Hush little baby
Just go to sleep
Mommy's got a black eye
And Daddy's angry
The social worker's at the door
Calling the police
So drink your bottle of warm whiskey
And I'll help you count the sheep~
One: for how many years that you've been alive
Two: more times that daddy made your mommy cry
Three: short memories, none of which are pure
Four: little sheep as black as a storm~
But you're a big kid, now
And you've got your own addictions, now
You can raise yourself -don't need
No help
You're the darkest lamb
In your crowd~
Six: Other kids whose asses you've kicked
Seven: More homes that make you feel sick
Eight: Social workers who always let you down
Nine: Sets of parents say that you're not their child~
But it's ok, 'cause
You're a big kid, now
And you've got your own convictions, now
You're never lonely don't need
No one else
You're the darkest lamb
In your crowd~
Hush little child
Just stare at the heavens
Another father figure's
On top of you again
And everyone around you pretends
They didn't see
You blossom from a caterpillar into
A black sheep~
Ten: Whole years that you grew up in hell
Eleven: F*cked up voices that you've grown to know well
Twelve: Separate pills that you take each day
Thirteen's the birthday you finally break~
Runaway, 'cause you're a big kid, now
And you've got your own conditions, now
Nobody's ever there
Can't even fix yourself
You're the darkest lamb
In your crowd~
YOU ARE READING
Laughing in the Dark
PoezieJust a set of semi autobiographical lyrics and poems about me and my childhood, as well as current situations that I'm in, etc.