Crazed tortured fetus Swallowed in the belly of a giant Dark, strange ferocity of a love he cannot feel But through his wires of life flow her own mouthed food Sometimes darkness is day And the moon hollow strays a whispered word Push Light fly's into the warmth The moon hollow is revealed as a tunnel Towards another place he must inspire to follow The religon of his own kind
Reason for writing:
I just thought writing about an unborn baby was something new, something difficult and something warm.
Birth sign: Not entered
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