Etched in wood, carved in stone.

hello little baby, your skin pale as snow
innocent, endearing and true
excluding the faults beneath your subtle glow
this delusion comes natural to you.

hold up the world in your small hands
if it should fall, collapse down on you
blame others and build their false plans
without a clue, you're weak and don't know what to do.

oh little one, I have yet to grasp one thing
if you're so shy, so pure and afraid
though later they will act as your breathing
why must you judge harshly mistakes that have been made?

speak aloud of the words in your state of mind
point out our wrongs and rights
why does the world buy into your kind.
if you rest your head on judgment at night.

excuse me lady delicate, I look upon your face.
It seems you are bleeding from the mouth
thick red lies spit out at a surreal pace.
secreting from the corners of your pout.

deep routed to the source of what is hard to find
inside a porcelain shell that lingers in his dark head
the quintessence of a morbid heart so softly confined
calling us out, but you won't rest until he feels dead.

good morning dainty, did ghosts haunt your dreams?
children misleading you into your sudden death.
did they teach you well to be different than you seem?
Planning who betrays you next while the cold shows your breath