Ick - Ick

Birth

Is the existence of any relief
Just a construction
To keep us
Separated
As a species
From absolute nothingness

Perhaps we're more fit to die
Rolling breaking bones
Circled of lye

Become as one was
Before birth
Child of heaven
Forced to earth

Angels sick
Mother's cry
Bitter snide
Frozen breaking bones
Circles of lye

Deep within the ground
Never to be found

Hearing concerns from a friend
Another obstacle to the end
How long it lasts, partial fall
Playing dumb to reaper's soothing call
Heart wrapped in your mind
Wrapped in your flesh
Wrapped in your dreams
Stuck in your spine
Rolled in your future
Cut from your self
Wrapped in your past
And twisted up in time
Reasons start to wear thin
Old familiar feelings building
Standing there staring at it all
The reaper's soothing call

The final outcome is, was, and always will be
Death
Deep in the ground, never to be risen
No outstretched, loving arms to save you
Only anguish and misery
To forever enslave you
Down in the ground



Credits
Writer(s): Jackie Westcott
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