An unborn child
already dead
It rotts inside me
It stares in my head
My emotions are shattered
Devastation so tormenting
My thoughts are torn and tattered
Suicide so accommodating
Maniac Depressant
Psycho stoner
nothing to represent
always a loner
the dead childs mother
tears away her skin
she wants to be smothered
she holds all the smoke in
The unborn fetus
whispering nursery rhymes
the drugs are ceaseless
the endless nighttimes
my song starts to end
my sorrow sings along
now to you dear friend
bury me, where I belong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
unborn melody so eloquent singing the song of glooms and darkness peeling off the sensation