Death of a Childhood

Little child hung from a rope slightly biting, grinding teeth to taste bloody youth.
The world stops turning to watch him die, strangled by life.
The last sigh before Elysian Fields littered with trinkets of a broken past.
Hollow shell beating against the bosom of an unwanted smile, no comfort for a dying child.
He bows his head as if to pray but, no God will hear his cries, his pleas left dead along with life.
Poor little child its okay to die, let the rope finish you off surrender to death and take my hand.
No one will save you can't you see, they simply want to watch as you gasp your final breath.
Watch your lifeless body dangle hopelessly in a horrid breeze, a stench of their filth.
Come with me and I will wash the world away, you will no longer exist, they will no longer see your pain.