Little Boy
I sing to you Little Boy, A lullaby that shall burn you, Scar you, whip you, pierce you Learn to dwell in the madness, Accept the nightmare, for it is good And will keep those wounds open To bleed forever Circle your hate, swallow the grief And if you smile, your scars shall become Invisible, you shall soon forget how to cry Now Little Boy, don't hate me, For as you were born of love I was born from despair Little Boy, stay little forever And never grow to feel All the pain poured unto you
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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...
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