It's so easy to be cynical,
So swiftly am I clinical,
Robbing wonder from all that I do see
Turning palisaides to bamboo stalks,
Safari treks to daytime jaunts,
I slowly bleed away the infant once in me

For I'd love to sit and think and stare
To dance with the king 'ere he ever there
TO folly in the mauve fields of nowhere
 As the child I killed could see
 As the child I killed could see

Ignorance breeds a fear I know
The Dark to I no longer go
For 'tis he home for the Boggart and the Wraith
For 'tis but the photon's dance
And a nonreflective chance
And Dark is now but shadows in my own day

To seek solace under blanket tomb
Enveloping arms as mother's womb
I am too large, there's but no room
 But the child I killed could be
 Yes, the child I killed could be

Developing life and lusts of red,
Pinch, push, fall and knock on head
I fall past it all from innocence
To cadence and flow within my mind
As the night to mourn doth unwind
And I smell tiredness' musk incense

To wonder a million years and ask within the day
For bastions of everything and not but jars of clay
To amble in an effervescent, carefree so way
 For that child I killed, you see
 The child I killed is me

	- The Child I Killed
	  (c) Talen, 2001

	'A song for Michael, Leighton, John, and Chris.'