Placental Thoughts

The day was cold and grey
When my mind went a way
Blood was raining
Soaked up by your page
When I was nothing
You chose to wake my rage

Though I am nothing
I am beautiful
The Chosen One
When Death becomes my name

Now I am woken
There's no-one home
Amorphous shape
My eyes just guttered flames

And when you touch me
Watch the lie arise
Feel it love you
As I swaddle you in pain

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