• A caution in the form of strain
    reaches me and goes again
    Dusk dust chase me to a womb
    a place which I won't be born

    A place where I will entombed

    The devil rides on my chest
    A delusion who will molest
    I will come back and I will breath
    I will go on and I won't grieve....

    sleep is meant to heal our scars
    all I see is life on mars
    I'm a robot left to tell of humans
    Once again people are left presuming
    I'm devoid of love and use my charming wit
    To try and stab and rip and forget all of it.


    an apparition in mid wife overalls
    a perception of life I can't recall
    atleast devoid of control
    My mothers breath does console......