The sight confronts me
The dead of night
A silent birth
No blood, no screams
Those eyes, minutes old
Staring back, black cold
Malevolent life
Nobody will see his future intent
On course to bring about imminent end
Blind to the vital signs
Torn
From my womb
With no soul
The child is born
Perception tricks me
Destructive and vile
Beautiful outside
Rotten inside
Proclaim you're faultless, but in the end
We're all same as the child
Torn
From the light
Cast aside
Left to die
Torn
From my womb
With no soul
End of light