Calisto: Mother
Masquerading day to day, deciding whether to cry or celebrate
This breathless wonder within me beats, but congers up such hate
My decision with other’s thoughts, life or death I daringly designate
Cutting circulation, a life on these strings, I reluctantly breathe
Consequences weren’t present within the act of being conceived
But he didn’t ask for this, it was my fault for naively believing
Yet wondering what soul could place blame for such elation
Who could bask in the misery of untimeliness, during celebration?
Wondering how God could bestow a blessing as such devastation?
I’m panicking during the day and wide awake in the evening
Contemplating the realness of this life, if it’s not breathing
But inevitably this precious being from my body is leaving
Deacon: ~Baby~
Caught in-between a decision…
Locked your insides to a weaker minds incision...
A needle with perfect placement implements my stamina
You rectified the problem by killing, did you think you’d reach an answering
Hate flares to an unlucky medium, pick my casket some toilet paper and a soap bar.
Clean yourself cause im dirt...the little in me is hardly worth…
Time to spend happily, encountered through a lovely 20 minutes of ecstasy,
Romantically, You divorced me and cursed me to a death,
I lived inside a wall I didn’t even get to believe I could breathe yet,
I fall, a short distance into acceptance,
Receptive listening you’ll hear me make a splash, im finished
My only touch, confused because pc bullshit…
Retire me from pride to boast a worthless wishlist…
How can you do that when theres nobody witnessing.
Except the man with the green white shirt, “oh him well he’s just visiting”
Worthless tempered fool makes more money than my body was worth,
He scraps me from her insides and claims he loves child's birth…
I hate you, I hate you, reject a single me,
I wish i had a single sight a place where i should be
I hate you, I hate you, infect me with this disease
You wish you had a second chance i just wish that i could breathe
I breathe a breath,
i breathe
Im a seed that lacked its soil, i just wanted to be normal,
God saw a different side of me, saw a light you couldn't see
Emotion: a person who is pro choice
It's her body her choice,
It's Her decision her voice,
A man cant understand this,
How a women cant handle this,
Why should a child grow up unloved,
When it's unwanted, but can be
cherished from above, The love
is a nonetity, The baby was never
meant for an identity, It's a contempt
decision, But are you sure you've
done revision?, Because a babeys
just not a financial obligation, Its
not an assination, God seeks no
retribution,Abortion? Male Pig it's
her decision,She wants to make
a mistake? It's her infliction,
Dont worry about conscience cause' it will slowly fade,
It wasnt youre fault, dont let any one ever call you a
slut cause you got laid,
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