Little Monster, Come Home

by Jack Nightengale   Jan 12, 2014


The air grows cold as fog rolls in,
This is as thick as its ever been.
Covered in blood, I'm lost again,
Children run inside to hide from this gruesome scene.

The road is long and its getting dark,
Just a little longer, just need a little spark.
I've been alone for so long, don't know if I can keep walking,
Up ahead I hear voices, people talking.

There's no place for me,
There's nowhere for me to be.
Is it ok for me to just stop?
Is it finally time for me to just drop?

Just wanted to be loved, wanted somewhere to belong,
Was I foolish to search? Was I so wrong?
She approaches me in the cold as I roam,
Its over mother, your little monster is coming home.

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  • 10 years ago

    by Sigoney Holder

    I love the way you write. Just effortless.

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