Z These arms

These arms have held you and nursed all your ill's
theses arms have saved you from the dreams in your bed, bathed bleeding
knees and have watered and fed.

But oh my God child, what can I do
this time theses arms can not save you,
blood and flesh under your finger nails
oh my God what have you done
you have taken the being
and that being was someone.

A little life, an un-broken voice
a little hand you did lead
a stranger in my heart
a shame in my eyes
all theses things I despise.

I know the evil you have done
you my baby son
you sit up in your room
with your books of dirt and sin
pages pages flicking flicking.

Is this the beginning or will there be more
have you hid them in the forest of shame
or in shallow graves on the planes,

So theses arms must betray you
and bring a knock to the door
lock you in chains, so you can do no more.