terça-feira, 13 de fevereiro de 2018

Still a child

The day I was born,
Your shadow fell across my mother's breast
When I opened my eyes,
You coloured my mind
Every move I make is by your desire.
Every move I make is by your hand only
Now I'm still a child,
Now I'm still a child,
Now I'm still a child,
But I'm closer to death
Cover me in roses,
Gently touch me while I sleep.
When I dream I'll dream of drowning in a pool of scented blood.
Now I'm still a child,
Now I'm still a child,
Now I'm still a child,
But I'm closer to death
You said "Take this, it's yours",
So I've kept it locked away.
Now you're curled up beneath me in a pool of your own blood.
Now I'm still a child,
Now I'm still a child,
Now I'm still a child,
But I'm closer to death
I'll cover you in roses,
I'll hold your head against my breast
When I dream I'll dream of drowning in a pool of your sweet blood.
Now I'm still a child,
Now I'm still a child,
Now I'm still a child,
But I'm closer to death


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