The Child

The child She walks alone through the dark alley, She's known and hated in every valley, No one likes her, no one cares, Her life is hard, full of dares, Because she's the child of life, the child of fear, The child of Death that's real near, She's dressed in black from head to floor, That’s because it her favorite color, She tries to die, but no one will care, Her sweetest dream would be your nightmare, She's full of anger and she's ill, She's looking at you standing there still, Don't make a move! Don't turn around! Don't try to run, don’t make sound! She has a knife right in her palm, Just stay quiet and pretend your calm, She's a lonely child, standing there still, She's just right behind you waiting to kill…