Making a child dying, an adult with no conscience of crime makes me dying

I that hasn't any name, I don't even know why I am there

Neither only at which month of life I am...

I want to be loved, I want to born, I look inside this mother's body

Since my second month I've a conscience, I felt something went quick

I can't do anything yet during this plague...

The pain that I, unperfect, cause pierces her body

My mother's crying and screaming voice doesn't stop resounding inside my ears, adults in white saved me

With no right hand covered with blood, I project myself in eyes overflowing of cold blood

At this time I was wraped in black vinyl

In this interior where step by step my conscience vanishes, quietly, I think

I can't agree to be loved this way in cage

I prefer to die this way unloved

So I can't shout at birth, sleeping peacefully

Only one time I'd like to feel my mother's love in her arms

If it is love, thank you

I closed hardly the door and I won't open it anymore

But it is because I will certainly be you in the future

 

We're really there

"Yes"

Is it your first children ?

"It is my first"

I made dying many children

Do you give me the permission ?

"..."

I hear you once more

We're really there

"Yes"

Did preparation go well ?

"Yes"

Well, let's start

 

La la la...

My body burns, until my bones disappear I burn

Goodbye