Nobody's child cries alone in the dark
Soured milk mixed in her tears leave a mark...
We lie on this blanket,
up under the stars...
Running along the floor
Heart pounding in my chest...
No uttered words the poet speaks,
No skies of golden hue...
I saw your death inside my sleep
was afraid to tell the story...
Did you really have the heart
Or if you ever even truly care...
You are the cause
You are my pain...
The Killer
By Mark Spencer...