Buried in a Womb - Into Mother's Eyes

Self-worth, warmth - a reflection of the eyes
Love, self-confidence - a reflection of a smile
I only know deprivation - the reflection of lights in sterile rooms
I only know inner emptiness - the reflection of your apathic view

Postpartum depression extended for lifetime
A child lied in the arms of a walking conflict
Neonaticide fantasies extended eternally
A child was drinking the black milk of living self-hatred

My heartbreaking birth cry echoed in my mind for every night
It´s the call for the peace of mind
Through me a part of my ambivalent mother will die
The reason for a last lustrous shine in my eye

The rope around my neck fells so warm and blissful
Reminds on my umbilical cord wrapped to my throat
The experience of breathlessness isn´t different to the vital normality
A last light appears - I´m Buried in a Womb