5:11 p.m. - October 19, 2010
Abortions
I'm a repetition of internal abortions. Full of potential, but nothing to show. Break the bones, fish me out with a hook, or cut me open. Let me live! Let me die, let me drown in my own blood. Let me out!

I'm another, "what if", born-less seed. Let me breathe!
Let me see
Let me stand on my own two feet
Let me believe
that someone cares about me

Lies! you better not let me out
I'm fermented rage
the end of your age
and like an exploding sun
I'll consume all life
once I'm finally alive.