blood of the innocent

even the devil has somebody that loves him,
somebody who would miss him
if he suddenly ceased to exist

those whose hands are
red with the blood of others
still are loved by another

the kids who cry
sulking in corners
wailing about
their very existence,

speaking of suicide
as if its a normal past-time,
they most of all
are loved by others

there are those
who ponder
how everyone can be loved
but them...

while unbeknownst to them
they are loved
by someone, somewhere

even the devil has somebody who loves him
who would miss him if he ceased to exist-
and so does every living man

if you cut him
he would not bleed,
and yet his being still
has the capacity to not exist, to be missed

those who bleed
are those who are
missed the most