Past The Cracks Poem by C. Bake Baker

Momma's little baby, I'm sorry I've been so wrong
Sweet child of mine was taken away locked up far too long
I've lost the way you look in ripples of my mind
No more memories of the days, I left them all behind

Cause every word is a bloodless knife, the ones you liked the best
making all your issues into problems, strapped safely to your chest
Your problems were your own, I never wanted to even care
How could I face the lies you spout, when I know you're not even there

Window's always open, why don't you run and hide?
Instead of killing your father, the one's that hurt you inside.
What did I ever do? Except marked your pain with lies
But one can't see past the cracks in your childlike disguise

I will always remember the ways that your little things have killed
and the way your mouth was always full whenever you would kneel
The worms will try you, love, like the way that you've tried me
And your sounds will rise for hours on, in endless ecstasy