Saturday 17 February 2007

Child B


Home is where the hurt is
But hurt is my home
Bruises on my face
I can’t call this life my own.

There’s a hand over my mouth
Eyes wide shut with fear
Sing me your songs
Just lullabies to my ear.

Not like the sun that’ll rise at dawn
Hurt a child and a monster’s born
Knots around my hands, now
Don’t know where I belong.

You push until you shove
You bend until you break.
Break me into pieces
I’ll choose to call it ‘fate’.

Naked, fake it
Mistakes in my head
Surreal, disappear
Lend me your name.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

nice I am sure thats what she must have felt-caveman