Holding tight onto your fetus
Hopelessness churning into your uterus
The boy you once taught-
Now only brings upon demise
That burning heart you hold
Resembles those old flames
Scorching eyes of the Mother...
Has what it takes to smother-
Gasping for breath,
Grasping for Air,
Muttering curses,
Till' all that's left-
Is a pile of tangled hair-
__________________________
Nothing's left of "what's fair"
All is just one spinning fair...
Sliding into light and-
Meddling the Fight-
Causing white-haired fright and-
_____________________________
What's left of the magic?
What will come of the madness?
Holding the saw close,
Like a lamb to Saint Agnes-
You sliced into the sinner,
His violet blood starts to simmer-
As the fear within his eyes, ceases to even glimmer-
This boy you once tutored-
Now only passes as a rumor-
This vile, hopeless traitor-
Now desperate to your vengeance-
You cut him into pieces-
He's empty as your fetus-
He's sleeping with the fishes...
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˜"*°•.˜"*°• Original Songs •°*"˜.•°*"˜
PoetryHere's a composition of original songs I have written. I have still yet to record them and make the instrumentals but, here are the completed lyrics! Most of them are either heavily inspired by my current fixations and interests. Or even some kind...
