Kills With A Knife |
| by Lindi Rusek |
Kills with a knife dull and deep
My precious little boy please don't weep.
I've been put to a very hard test,
Please understand that I'm trying my best.
Your mommy's a fool for trusting her heart
Now your emotions are torn apart.
You've been stripped of all that you are,
Now you're away from me, very far.
I've laid the guilt and dealt with the tears,
Now all that's left are sickening fears.
Someday your mommy will surely win
this evil game of dreadful sin.
So when at night you're tucked in bed,
Don't listen to bad voices you hear in your head.
Your mommy will have you some day, you see,
So please, my love, don't ever release me.
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