March 20, 2007

Poem: Crimson Mother

Shower wrote this 8:12 am:

Born from you. used, abused

When I emerged. shiny, new

Your very being. annoying, hatred

I hope you die. mother, mother

Then I will be free. mother, mother

You gave me life, now I take yours. crimson, mother

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