For You Son

What do u do when your son is lying before you? Who's flesh is your flesh. .. He lies showing his back to you, he is sleeping, His bare body tempts u to slit that pointed knife? U cld draw vengeance there and it wil be coloured by itself, No use of paint or brush is needed. . A sense of triumph? You await it..that second when the blood will ooze out, But when you end up rustling his hair instead.. What is in you? He sleeps in peace, Letting a faint smile cos he knows he is secure in your love, Now you think you can do it, When he smiles, That wil be pure vengenace, letting him die when he smiles, You admire the contours of your fair palm on his dark hair, Every rustle brings forth more temptation , to kill, You hear the swish of the weapon, the violin too, And then the sweet voice of your daughter, Yet all what you can do is wait for the slit that will end the sorrows, Both yours and his..