She : "dear diary... it's so stupid..."
Tears of fear coruscated my face
Tears of joy course the lenght of my days
Tainted blood tracks in my veins
Bleak sadness, he will come soon
Will i ever
Truly wholly free
Of this agony ?
It's not left me, this blood of mine today
What would you think of me, mother, if I should say
(if you should learn about my stains ?)
I can see your face, blackened with rage
Twisted in hatred (denying the cage I have wrought.)
My bliss drains...
I wish I could say how I became this way !
Stark fear
He will come
Now I want him
Now I sense him
Is he the one ?
Mother there are dark rings under your eyes
Your hand raised to slap as you realise
I wish I could say
It would be okay
She (about her diary) : "...He (the embryon) thinks your a therapy..."

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