Someones Mother Someones Son
2 hours of broken sleep
sweat tears and spine chills creep
living in a horror scene
barely notice its now routine
should of kept some from last night
look in mirror what a sight
ghostly image seldom gets a second glance
the devil smiles today we dance
long walk short wait
one out of two aint bad it aint
settle in to kill the beast
patience patience wait aah release
knocking knocking on the door
the beast lived! hungry, always wanting more
someones mother someones son
door breaks in floods the sun
mother weeps at awful sight
son and the devil depart the light
Copyright © Steven Mitchell | Year Posted 2013
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