Mother I.. Cover it well..

Lost...

Well yes..
Secrets bleeding
from..

Beneath my dress..

Must of been
From inside the sins
Of
My mother..

Froathing at the mouth..

Her demons
were mechanic..

I would wake up
being pulled out of bed..
Fingers
penetrating
black
board
led...

Roaming the corners
outside of my head..




Blood coated
casting..

I
can
still
hear
them
laughing..

Spirits controlling the room..
With souless rhythm.
So insync
i'm consumed..

Drifting..

Mother I
cover my conscience well..
Inhaing your icy spell..

Mother I
must admit...
The years of torture
keeps my
sex drive lit..

Maybe one day.

We can
both play...


With
all
those
men
still
hiding
in
my
closet.