Voodoo Eyes• Show poetry

A baby was born, one December night,
and from the world, there shown a light.

The light was so bright, it burned the hearts,
fired them away, with rosie darts.

The baby never cried, or screamed real loud
mother always said, she was so proud.

But now baby's grown up, and wants much more,
than a bottle of milk, and medicine for her sore.

She's looking for love, and trying to be,
everything mother, always said she could see.

But baby knows better, she can't make it work,
the feeling of hate, inside of her lurks.

Her world is a hurricane, her life a waste,
people go away, as soon as they get a taste.

She only needs one person, to make her troubles go away,
for all the pain in her world, she'll get revenge one day.

Now she stands in front of you, showing you her inside,
welcome to her mind, all of you who have lied.

If baby could return home, she would.
If baby got a second chance, this time she wouldn't fall.
And if baby found a heart of stone, she'd keep it.
For it's better than no heart at all.