The Child
Heavy sighs, frustrated groans,
Angry hisses and painful moans.
No one notice the blue-eyed child,
And thus he continued to walk on.
Quiet sobs, whimpering cries,
Shifting nightmares eating him alive,
No one noticed the sun-kissed child, and thus he continued to dream on.
Pleading requests, begging for attention,
Fake smiles, spiraling into depression.
No one notice the lonely child,
And thus he continued to break on.
Loud proclamations, everyday trouble,
Outrageous pranks mask yet to crumble.
No on notice the invisible child,
And thus he continued to fade on.
Now the town is quiet, silent, and calm.
Now the town had just lost its sun.
The child had left, disappeared.
He turned his back toward those who had turned upon his.
What is left now is but long, dead, cold winters.
What is left now is but a town filled with cold-blooded killers.