THE CORD IS CUT


The cord is cut no need for separation, successful elimination 
Extermination of degradation? Essential heart feed stopping 

She strives on alone, and makes the best of no one 
Set fast, clamped, fucked, thinking nothing of tossing away a life like fucked spunk in a condom 
Times hard, life’s short, so 

He the ultimate obstinate mind, moralistic attitude, the eyes of the blind 
Humane reasoning, it’s life, it’s alive. A tiny heart beat 

Here sits I, while on the subject of life 
Impossible to conceive, no matter how hard I try 
To bring my joy to the world, be it boy or a girl 
Times hard, life’s short, so cut. The cord is cut 
My life is smeared all over with tears; ones I know will last for years 
My decision so hard, you think I made with ease 
But no loving words of comfort, will ever my guilt appease 
No loving words of comfort. Whenever the guilt  

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