Presumably Psychotic
Don’t touch the baby
Baby angels are awaken from their sleep
Two hundred an seventy three days must be sufficient
Wake up little angels, who do your eyes first see?
What faces, what expressions
What do you think the voices bare for your little ears to see?
Your starving senses will consume without rule
Nothing governs what you take in
You have precious features baby angels, ones that melt a heart to see
You yawn and your eyes ponder
How curious you grow to be
Don’t touch the baby
Cries could mean nothing, cries mean everything
How can something so simple be so complex
So complex beyond understanding?
A gentle touch, a cradle companion and a reassuring voice is needed
Don’t touch that baby
Love is underrated and you wish to make no mistakes
You reasons and excuses that are far beyond convincing
Don’t touch the baby
Your actions are deeply rooted
And a collapse is bound to happen
Deny it not for it is inevitable
Worry of how it might be
Don’t touch the baby now, just don’t
For your touch now is a painful reminder
Step forward…
No, set-back
Keep your distances
Things will start to get messy
A heart was scarred before it could feel
A fragile mind is completely shattered before it collected dark milestones
Is it just too late for them to heal?
Don’t touch the baby now just don’t
You’ll cause more harm than any good
You neglected to care
Deny not don’t you dare
From this moment nothing will be fair
Your baby knows nothing of love and affection
Your baby will be a live rendition of your neglect
Watch your baby grow heartless
Disturbed and mercilessly interrupted by the nightmares of infancy
It is just that, a train of nightmares that knows not to stop
Make it stop! Your baby pleads
The horrors of the past are atrocious
Your baby will go on to lie, hate and maybe even kill
Reflections become terrifying
Sounds of all sorts are taunting
A touch now is a too little too late sort of thing
A touch is beyond that thing you dare not to speak of
A touch now is deadly
A touch now is fatal
A touch now is disturbing
A touch now is disastrous
So please…just don’t
“There is no witness so dreadful, no accuser so terrible as the conscience that dwells in the heart of every man.”
― Polybius
