The Children Are Dying

The children...they are dying.
Their bodies are being scattered amongst thieves and liars...
Their poor, prescious and innocent lives...
Being taken by irresponsible parents...
Parents who got drunk, and thought it would be a good idea to have sex...
But then what?
3 positive pregnancy tests!
Thats what!
And the thing that disturbs me the most...
I cant take it back...
I robbed my poor baby of his life...
Of his own future...
Of his own chance to change the world...
And now this cage I am trapped in...
This anger and agony trapped inside me...
The misery...the pain...
And it is only my fault.
I am the one who put this on myself.
I loved that baby...
I loved him so much...
And i killed him.
Hes gone.
And hes not coming back.
He is a fading fetus...
A restless soul...too good for me...I dont deserve him...
Im so sorry...to you Jobe...
For killing you when it was not my life to take.
For taking away the most important thing...


Im a murderer...
A killer...
A creature that prowls on misery...
Because hapiness doesnt work...
I need you...my prescious angel...

-In Loving Memory of Jobe Ian Hatchetter-