Small comfort in tiny hands you needed me to be someone so much better than I am The end of suffering can still be sad I wish I could have given you the life that you deserved Death always comes in winter when the ground is unforgiving I wanted to lay you to rest peacefully In the warm soil of summer when covering your small form wouldn't have felt so cruel May you finally find rest among the tangled roots snaking beneath the earth I try to save the best for last but my soul is overcast with the heavy burden of knowing Every ultimate end will be ugly each life closes in vicious stillness and the aching mystery of an empty vessel
Protect the Innocent 