Mothered and licked
Coddled and corrected by the tongue of a filthy creature
A succubus of the mind
Alright
It's all connected
Your special purpose and the people you decided
Can keep living for now
But their time's running out
Like some romantic delusion of crawling back to the womb
You try to contrive a confusion
Mothered and licked
Wishing for the night to return from the magic of the sunshine
Within the dirt you reside
Glistening black like residual dissonant star light
Warm and blinded
And screaming into the void
It's some romantic delusion of crawling back to the womb
You try to contrive a confusion for a clarity that never comes
It's some romantic delusion of falling into a tomb
You try to contrive a confusion for a clarity that never comes
It never comes
Come!
Get to it!
Come!
Get through it!
Come!
Just do it!
My baby