The taste of rotting muscle
So thick on my tongue.
It's only been 24 hours
Since I've last seen my son.
The clouds are going away
And in there place, a thick storm.
It will wash away everything
Even my son's tiny little form.
I dare not say
What I have done.
Even the greatest sins
Add up to none.
For I have done,
something not quite right.
In my eyes, I tried with all my might.
In your eyes, I gave up the fight.
You may be wondering.
You may be confused.
Let me tell you,
This is not a ruse.
My time is nearly done.
As for my son
Well..
His time has just begun.
~Fin~
