Blood Soaked Baby

You lay on the floor
In a puddle of blood.
To me, so indifferent, it could have been mud.

I pretended to care
But I never really did.
Stupid, stupid, little kid.

Still a vivid picture calls out to me.
To look once more
At a sight I wish not to see.

It does pain me to know
That you had to die.
But far better you than I.