" a mother and child's relationship is tender "
i get lost in his glance - in some sort of inpositive trance
that causes relapse enough to make my cognitive collapse
my eyelids retract as i stare with an utter hope of love
but there's only hate - stuttered up from high and above
his name is 'son', - and yes he's mine, and yes i love him
with all my blood that gushes, from the wound of nothin'
consumed with rubbish, he's my angel - slash hellish imp
my only source of benevolence, yet to him i'm irrelevent
and it's irrelevence that's makes me yearn for meaning
unreturned 'love you's' have left me burnt in reasoning
as i call him to assist my cleaning, i recieve some silence
mixed with rebellious cries, that make my love un-pious
i race to his room - to meet his face of total disconcern
amongst the illegible curses - where his vocals may lurk
it's sick, my child is hellish, rebellious - i can't take it
so i grab him, strip him, tear his clothes, - he's naked
i retrieve my razor - i loved him - now i regret his birth
i slash my own wrists just for bringing this hell to earth
while he kicks and screams, i slash him - he's faceless
and as his tone raises - i thoughtfully wrap his face in
blankets - then his body til' he's a complete wrap up
then i proceed - out of his room and into the bathtub
this sacrificial baptism is my honorable offer to god
while pushing his face under i see his hair falter above
this awful dog of son! that came from a fools semen
i drown this fetal atrocity until his minute pulse ceases
. . for you . . finally i have rid my life of it's true scorn
and threw it out in a trash bag, since he was a newborn.
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