I'm looking for Mom [x3]
Every day breaks my life forever,
To think about it too much the emptiness crushes reason,
Mom is labile, dirty,
Unoccupied body ©, I hate him, I know it,
I vomit the pain of absorbing the horror of giving birth to fear.
Hell inside me, immobile.
Child, you are in my bed, darkens my fear,
Hear me, I can't do it.
She who creates, does not recognize you yet.
She who is, why couldn't cry.
Sleep the door is closed.
She would like to think without listening to anything.
Bitter, the milk is lost,
The rotten breast in her sickened mouth.
She dives and comes to die at the bottom,
She dresses a doll, without ever looking,
without ever falling ®mer, tortured. [x2]
Hell inside me, motionless.
Child, you are in my bed, sinks my fear,
Hear me, I can't do it.
She who creates, do not yet recognize yourself.
She who is, why could she not cry.
Unilateral, affliction is a perfect stigma that fades intoxicated with humiliation.
Shame abuses our bodies little by little.
The unspeakable secret and forbidden thought.
Power is defective when cries and complaints indifferent.
The angel received from a stranger.
Devoid of gesture, the mother-machine sometimes performs in torn caresses .
The angel turned away from the womb.
His feverish heart crumbled from not knowing how to touch him, how to feed him, how to grab.
I lost my head, I broke it under my feet today.
I lost my hands, I cut them off so that I would no longer suffer,
To touch you too much, to love you too much if I lose you afterwards. [x3]
[Inanis u003d latin1. Without anything, deprived of everything (with nothing). 2. Empty (empty)
Venter u003d Latin 1. belly, stomach (stomach). 2. uterus (uterus, womb)]