So now I have this problem
that won't go away.
A child that runs wild,
and a me that's insane.
He not that big,
but not that small,
but just enough
to cause madness galore.
A me that tries
to settle him down,
he just bites at me,
and licks my blood off.
He screams with delight
when I give him hugs,
then kicks me on the shin,
and say good night.
He runs and he screams,
he jumps and he claws,
and when he's tired,
he sleeps on the floor.
I pick him up
and put him in bed,
he gave an evil grin,
and mumbled 'you're dead!'
Through all these pains,
I still found love,
this wild little child,
will always be mine.