Life was a nightmare grave It's haunting past it could not save It's blood painted a beautiful picture Of a deep erotic pain that would depict her An ancient snake rode up the womb through its vein Cold skin was shed and lain Stripped of the insides and out It hovered grotesquely throughout The baby's chance to live was taken Its soul was torn and shaken It was never free to be Loved like me They couldn't just wait Shit like that makes me hate
Reason for writing:
Abortion is not hte answer in most cases. One should be willing to accept the consequences of his/her actions.
Birth sign: Libra
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