For momma I'm a good girl,
I take the laurel wreath,
I wear the flower gown.
For him I make hell's coin twirl,
I get naked and sharpen my teeth,
I wear his black cloack, I take back my crown.
With momma all is roses,
life rises to the touch of my feet,
memories are always so bright.
With him I forget the poses,
I come and embrace the pit,
I become one with the night.
Because of momma and her need
I stay and say that I'll come back
to have her heart sown.
Because of him and our greed
I love his face over my neck...
The dead better all bow down.
29/11/2017
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