May 17, 2025
More in MosquitoBytes Volume 02: Amaranthine Fetish - 2005 Mother, Mother
Spurious Being
Mother, Mother Your little boy was slowly dying Had no hope Not an answer To the pain inside him It took so much Just to keep living He had to find a way To calm his Raging heart Each day So he just laughs No joy it brings Lost his hold On humanity Mother, Mother This sweet girl She's got me crying' She seems to Know the way To bring back More of me Each day So don't you fret I'm quite all right Even as I scream at night She makes me laugh With the pain she brings As she gives me back My humanity © 2005, Mosquitobyte
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