For a child, who is bad,
There is punishment, accordingly...

I wouldn't give him the last piece of pie.
Him, with his dark, dark hair, and skin placid...

Snoring, childishly breathing,
Laid out upon his grave is where they'd find you...

I opened my eyes so carelessly.
Unprepared, unsuspecting of what I found...

Bum to tummy,
Legs meshed together, my arms around you...

"I'm wide awake." Sings Three.
"I'm exhausted." Scowls Five...

Paralysis upon my senses
Not what you did, but didn't say...

I'd never
GRINDED...

Look me in the eyes and tell me
This isn't what you wanted...

Hot/cold emotions run blood-like through me
Unchanging, though I think...

Angel. My angel.
No, my charge. I am the angel...

You have a fearful existence.
You're quick, but they never see it...