I hear it as it rattles the trees.
Killing the doves and eatting their wings.
Cradeling the baby to sleep,
before it devours a childs body.
Destroying the earth,
before the dening eyes.



You.
A demon.
The one with scars down your wrist.
and a broken heart.
You are to be feared.
Weather it is you fearing your self,
Or someone else fearing you.
A fear because of not understanding.
Not knowing the truth.



Why.
Do you feel empty?
Do you feel alone?
Are you scared, scared of yourself?
Are you suffering in your own sadness?



I hear it rattleing in the trees.
Killing the people, and forcing hate.
cradleing the world,
in the squeezing hands.
Alone in the world.
Before the hidden tears.