Stillborn
Wrapped in a mother’s womb,
Secure in my cocoon
I hear…voices
Joy and pain are one
Ecstasy, Agony
Feel it all, little one
The circus is beginning.
Numb I have become
Warm and intuitive, mutate
To Cold and calculating,
Push, pull,
Strain, break
No joy, no pain
Nothing.
Twisting and kicking
Everything is upside down,
The white light calls
Life is death
Pink, Purple, Blue, Black
Feet first, I arrive
Stillborn .