Whatchamacallme: Another half rant half stress reliever. This is rated higher because of some of the imagery. Please inform me if you think the rating is too high.
It's too late...
You don't realize it until it's too late.
Those little claws grab a hold of your heart,
So, when they die they rip it to shreds.
My heart is bleeding; beyond repair.
They haunt my soul; everywhere I go.
Every bird's twitter is a kitten's cry.
One part of me is in despair,
Saying I could have done better,
They could have lived; it's my fault.
Another part is hopeless
They had no chance; I did what I could.
They were doomed to die.
BUT I CARED FOR THEM!
I LOVED THEM! AND FED THEM!
I TRIED MY HARDEST! And I failed...
I turned my head away,
As they spat up blood and cried.
Their life's blood became their death.
I abandoned hope,
When they needed hope the most.
I gave up...
WHY DID I LEAVE, LORD!
THEY WERE IN MY CARE!
And I left...
I left them to their death.
I shut my ears to their cries
And my heart to their worth.
But when will my heart be whole?
Or when will the memories be dulled?
My Lord, let it be soon.
I look to You to bring me peace,
In my desolate state, I have only You.
Father... protect me...