That Which Erodes The Most Tender Of Things

Won't you rest your ruined head my weary child
 This would twas not for thee
 I send you now the promised land
 Not one breath did you heave stilly born

 Unto this earth sleeping so soundly in my arms
 A slug-like trail of ochre fluids where we've danced
 The sun is setting now I hold a modest hand in vain
 My lung emit a sigh
 What fiend would take these tiny eyes and show them to the dark
 Gods just a lie

 Never born into this den of sin
 That which erodes the most tender of things
 After the eve have fallen
 The lights are sinking low
 Shadows would hide that life
 In him could never grow

 A hollow gaze peers from the cradle black
 Imagining his shining eyes just sockets staring back
 Witness the baptism skeletal the world would shun
 Reject the purest form of love
 A mother to her son

 I proceed to nurse him
 I could almost smile
 I entertain the notion
 That he did live this while
 But he's dead to this world
 Carved out just like my heart
 Soaked up and washed so lovingly
 Cherished son unconditionally

 In our secret world alone
 Situation delecate crudely frowned upon
 In our sacred love undone

 Never born into this den of sin
 That which erodes the most tender of things
 After the eve has fallen
 The lights are sinking low
 Shadows would hide that life
 In him could never grow

 A hollow gaze peers from the cradle black
 Imagining his shining eyes just sockets staring back
 Witness the baptism skeletal the world would shun
 Reject the purest form of love
 A mother to her putrid rotting son