The child dies...

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I die in my bed
From my father's cold kiss
I die from the air
And the sick pout of love
I die and I walk...  alone
Feet bare and clutching Tobias
The lone street of the dead
Welcomes me with glee
Alone in the earth...  I
Weep for the days lost
And the  fright gained.

I'm alone
Daddy...
DADDY!
There's a witch under my bed
But daddy doesn't come
Tell that kid I'll cane her to sleep'
If she doesn't go to bed
I hear him say it
And when later that night
Tobias whispered in my ears
I knew it was done
The child in me fled
Far away
Damn you...  don't leave me here
I yelled
Then I went  after  her
 I yanked her hair,  dug
My nails dug into her neck
Tighter
Tighter
Till  she was limp.

It's been years since that night
And the body still rots slowly
But 
Dead or alive
She's mine
I carry her with me
The girl that was
But the stink of death pervades the world
Putrid scents masked with flowers
Tobias is still in the house
Whispering forever in my absence.

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