My Filthy Little Child (a little bit long)

In the night
I heard someone crying
So I turned on the light
I was scared, I can’t deny

The noise came from far
I could hardly hear it
But it penetrated my heart
Like a knife in soft skin

I decided to go out
See what disturbed my sleep
See who made me shiver
Try to quiet he or she

I got up my warm bed
Slowly went downstairs
I could hear it much better now
But this child’s cry didn’t made me happy somehow

I went outside in search of this kid
It didn’t take me long to see him crying on his knees
With blood all over his hands
I asked him “why?”
He told me he had killed his mom and dad
But how come this little child could have done that?

Maybe this child was insane
Maybe he was the only one to blame
But he kept saying that his best friend told him to do it
"His best friend was a demon", I assumed
“He was a fallen angel that had nothing better to do
Than screw up your parents’ relation with you”, I told him

The child stopped crying
But instead he was now smiling
And he told me something that scared me
I was about to run when I heard this words come out from him

“I have no friends, my best friend is myself,
stop thinking you know me, or I’ll have to kill someone else.”

He took out a sharp knife
Stained with the same blood of his hands
He placed it in my throat
And cut it like he did once before …

Now I’m this child’s angel
I pray for him to go to hell
I pray for his things to not go well
For he is a little filthy child
Who teared my life apart
And took my soul away from my heart...