Our mothers' crimes are countless
they were left behind to haunt us
my guilt always there after my mother left
yeah, she did, as all mothers do
when asked for a dance by the Grim One
before that, crime upon crime
The worst one being her undying love
wasn't that cruel? A smooth knife into my heart
always to be loved calls for deactivated actions
grown-up toddlers being loved to death
and you, tied to the soul that were your cradle
naturally you stumbled in her heart-strings
and still, she loved you cruelly all-encompassing
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-05-03 14:35:20
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