My Buried Child

My frozen, empty, violent mind
 Caressed the hidden hair that shines
 With liquid lust I left behind
 Your body stained with ruined eyes
 I cut the skin, concealed the crimes
 With liquid hate I left inside
 And loneliness is buried here
 In rotting holes beneath your fear
 Your agony, your twisted struggle
 Two bodies sink in meat-blood strangled
 The smell of death, your tortured gash
 Enfold me in your mother's arms
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 Now, hold me in your mother's arms
 Now, hold me in your mother's arms (now, hold me in your mother's arms)
 Now, hold me in your mother's arms (now, hold me in your mother's arms)
 Now, hold me in your mother's arms (now, hold me in your mother's arms)
 Now, hold me in your mother's arms (now, hold me in your mother's arms)