The Mother I Never Knew
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Sitting through the endless days of myself I cry,
Sustained by this liquid mass I breathe her sighs.
As one we traverse this vast reality that I will inhabit,
The anticipation is almost too much for me to inhibit.
Kicking her stomach in anxious anger she laughs at her chest,
Caressing it softly and smiling as if aware of my unrest...
... Stressing my boredom bruises appear...
Fear overcomes her cranial suspense's superior leer.
Eight months of patience isn't an option for my insistance,
Existence is but a dot of life in the ever growing distance.
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Eighteen hours of excruciating labour ravishes my mother,
Doctor's drenched with sweat and worry peer at one another.
In the womb I grip on to prolong this process...
Illustrate my feelings through her vocal pain's success.
Vocal chords vibrate violently touching their adjacent twin,
The child of the devil... The child of pure sin is within.
Emerging from her covered in blood the red being falters,
Aware of the surroundings too early... Overly developed martyr.
Bloodshot eyes greet the doctors as the mother flails in pain,
Rouge life splatters over the tables staining her son's name.
The incarnation of a million dead souls he drops to the floor,
Rips visible across the doctor's chest cause shocked flaw.
The mother fading as the lines fall to a flat 180th degree,
Nurses fall to their knees as others stumble to flee.
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The red baby stands on his weak legs watching his bones bend,
Brutal arms extend to grasp out at life for the end...
Laughs echo from his tiny mouth... Deep and low...
Yet this event will never be believed... No one will ever know.
The sheer anger inherent in his tiny structure is too much,
Weight of past actions crush his legs into his stomach.
Having exacted his anger on his mother he sheds a tear,
The evil crushing his lungs as it escapes into the oxygen fear.
Placing his hand in hers he cries for the mother he never knew,
collapsing on the floor next to her his body breathes a sigh askew.
Shadows flood from his throat as he grips the floor tiles lightly,
Embracing doom he hugs the dead doctors legs frightfully.
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The blood drains from the baby's corpse leaving a normal being,
A world all around him... A world he will never have the pleasure of seeing.
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"I just wanted to love you..........."
Jekyll/Bounce/Credz I might not be able to put some links up till later... Quite busy... But I will. Thanks...
Peace
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