We were never right for this world 

But would you really want to love someone who is 

The lord says I will be great one day 

Not great like huge and powerful 

But great 

But wait 

I see my loved ones only in pictures 

Only in shapeless, beautiful forms on the back of my eyelids 

I long once more for my mother's touch 

Basting those familiar nettle pocks with soothing camomile balm 

Lying topless in front of a roaring fire, stomach covered in oatmeal -  

Because that was how her mother had treated her eczema - 

So that is how she would treat mine 

So alone now 

So alone, so full of the regrets of an idiot 

The misplaced steps of someone scared of the sun's warmth 

Up all night screaming at the moonlight 

Naked and so alone 

Put me back in 

Put me back in 

Knives scrape across my back 

Let me drink that sweet amniotic fluid 

Let me caress the sides of your soft cave 

The lamb is ready to be butchered