Stop running from the things you've done
You may be able to hide it from them
you can't hide it from me
You sacrificed
another innocent life
caused by one night out
How can you justify
How can
You're sick
I know thats no so kind but you're totaly twisted
What's in your head
how can you live with yourself
your own child's blood on your hands
how can you live
how can
Did you tell the father
does he even know
he might have had a son or daughter
They never even had the chance to grow old
How long will be you able
to live with yourself
How long will you avoid the hell
you deserve
How can you ignore
how can
how can
How can you....
ignore the blood on your hands
The screaming in you're womb
The soul that once upon a time would have grown inside of you
How can you steal someone else's time
You made your choice
But you didn't give it a voice
you chose the easy way out
so that no one would find out
But I can gauruntee
someone out there knows
and when you die
and you're standing at his door
where do you think he'll make you go
One night and one simple choice
did it taste good, to murder a child
I hope it stains your thoughts
and your hands for a while
How could you do it
It's not so hard to live with a child
now you must
live with yourself
A contest entry
- Cocaine Stains on the Walls of Life's Cradle by TheDemonEve.
900 points, ended September 4, 2007, 17 entries
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Comments
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I know people who do this on a monthly basis. They are selfish and guilty, and you really portrayed that here. This is a strong piece, and very full of pure emotion. Great job.
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this is a good poem like it a lot fell the emotion, i take you know about the mistakes because your such a good writer im sure you are aware of them, any way i liked this and the best of luck in this contest


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Thanks, yes I noticed though I was typing quickly because I was already running late, I didn't bother to go back and correct them right away.
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