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Desperate red eyes
on a head turning blue.
What have we done to you?
Twisting and turning.
Gasping for air
but we dont care.
Take advantadge
of her weakness.
Careless hands
stripping her clean.
Green turns grey
as she decays.

Bury our mother
inside herself.
Erase the trace
As we are unborn.
We are unborn.

Choking on her seed.
Didn't raise us well.
A crimson farewell.
Panic and pain.
She shouts.
Eyecontact throughout
communicates
all her sorrow.
Tomorrows lost.
With her abscence
balance is gone.
Spirits withdrawn.

Bury our mother
inside herself.
Erase the trace
As we are unborn.
We are unborn.

Shining brass
rings for the end.
Rings for an old friend.
Pale skin and sky.
Ignoring her state
still we violate.
Take whats left
of her structure.
Punctured flat.
So unshaped
draped in velvet
that suits the palette.

Bury our mother
inside herself.
Erase the trace
As we are unborn.
We are unborn.
Empty tankard! Empty Tankard!