Won't you rest your ruined head my weary child   This would twas not for thee   I send you now the promised land   Not one breath did you heave stilly born      Unto this earth sleeping so soundly in my arms   A slug-like trail of ochre fluids where we've danced   The sun is setting now I hold a modest hand in vain   My lung emit a sigh   What fiend would take these tiny eyes and show them to the dark   Gods just a lie      Never born into this den of sin   That which erodes the most tender of things   After the eve have fallen   The lights are sinking low   Shadows would hide that life   In him could never grow      A hollow gaze peers from the cradle black   Imagining his shining eyes just sockets staring back   Witness the baptism skeletal the world would shun   Reject the purest form of love   A mother to her son      I proceed to nurse him   I could almost smile   I entertain the notion   That he did live this while   But he's dead to this world   Carved out just like my heart   Soaked up and washed so lovingly   Cherished son unconditionally      In our secret world alone   Situation delecate crudely frowned upon   In our sacred love undone      Never born into this den of sin   That which erodes the most tender of things   After the eve has fallen   The lights are sinking low   Shadows would hide that life   In him could never grow      A hollow gaze peers from the cradle black   Imagining his shining eyes just sockets staring back   Witness the baptism skeletal the world would shun   Reject the purest form of love   A mother to her putrid rotting son