a single tear was formed
but was never shed...
mother do you love your child?
mother did you have to make it hurt?
mother why did you have to die?
...and a child was born
to the misery of loss,
seven fires of torture
conspired the end
and unto that end
i was born
(love haveth no place
for the child of sorrow)
wicked women
and faithless children
a conformity of
a loveless breed
swarm the frugal
mind of innocence
and so it begins
the end of a birth
never meant to be
darkness raging
at my side
(oh my)
the song bird
sings the eulogy
and the minister
has the last laugh
no tears
no tears
wilted and withered
i soldier on
furrowing deeper into
the catacombs of
the "unblessed"
sadness
tumult
essentially the
characteristics
the defines me
i am the child of sorrow
incarnate
where are the roses
that were promised
where are the gardens
lush with life
where is the love
that was never offered
mother?
where are you now?
mother?
alone i saunter
the sorrow
that has forever
coveted me
i am a child,
yet the end
seems more promising
maybe i'll find a home
in the soft cemetery
where only the grave
can comfort me
i can not continue
the life lives
in me no more
god have mercy
i'm coming home
will anyone care?
mother where are you now?
a single tear was formed
but it will never shed,
laughter
sounds of joy
field of bliss
things i will never know
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