Unborn Stillborn

<br>In the pulsing of the womb<br>Waits the unborn prince of evil :<br>Eyes ablaze with the light of unchained anguish seething<br>Waits and bides timeless time to rip open vibrant stillborn<br>Crying, help me to tear free like the wolf<br>In the night bays hungry.<br>Slides is tongue across grim and greening teeth<br>He moves in the night<br>With shadows,<br>Smiles as friend<br>Touch a lover too<br>He takes him the child to kiss him.<br>There`s a curtain coming down over memory<br>And silent, the stage glares empty ;<br>And the blood tide, on the bitter shore,<br>Sweeps over the mind till morning.<br>I will never love again<br>I will never ever<br>Love again.