Child Of Life Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

A family man made from anarchist.
an honest man made from a narcissist.
How a child changes things.
What was once their is now gone.
Planted in the ground and taken root.
A lost soul not so lost anymore.
What would happen if it was all taken away?
That would be a very dark day. Indeed.
Ripping the heart out and watching it bleed.
A choice within destiny.
Live knowing you know you have nothing left.
Or sacrificing yourself to bring about a greater good.
Blinded by devils mask.
Within the task a question must be asked.
What is it that can be gained?
How difficult is it to look in someone eyes before they die?
Love and hate mesh and merge.
It all converges at the point where one must choose to survive and witness sun die.
Only then will the moon rise.