Golden Womb

You like to drive fast and you like to be cold
You like to hold on to the things you were told

You spent all your years and your time growing old
On draining your skin and puncturing holes

You often feel empty and you often feel rolled
Up in people who said you were colder than cold

You wrap up your scars on your arms with your poems
In paper so golden it's golder than gold

With shimmering arms and shimmering eyes
You sped down the highway in Utero disguise
You found yourself stuck
Beneath a gas truck

The baby is dead now your insides feel heavy
You've bled through your poems And your heart is already gone
The baby is dead and his blood Flows golden
The baby is dead but your womb's Still golden



Credits
Writer(s): Jackson Hamilton
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