My mind is a tomb where the gods sleep 

To awaken in my dreams 

Past and future blur in to the present 

My hearts ink bleeds, staining the parchment of the days 

It took my mother three days to evict me from her soft place 

Aching for the blade to cut me out 

Peeling the flesh from the sacred ground 

An explosion of screaming guilt and bloody flesh 

To lay roots at the foot of the temple 

To blast open the doors of perception  

Such mewling wrath, such piercing screams 

 

Was it worth it mother? 

Am I worth it mother? 

Blood from the nipple 

Blossom falls