0- The womb.
In the third week vision becomes clear...
If I just knew that God does not exist
And that once Death comes to approach us all...
If I could write a letter to me
I would send words of praise...
Pregnant for first the time,
The excitement is so profound...
We danced
in broken waltzes...
As the penitence drains drains the soul of feeling...
Slowly the mind gets ensnared in the cage of...
In the battle between heart and mind,
the winner's depicted by the man inside...
Life is like a rose.
Each day goes by as a petal falls...
Dear Little One,
This world might feel a little strange...
a nightclub party,
boys and girls are in sex mood...
Your love for her began with a neighbourly glance
surely black magic at play...
Thousands of mile away
but still there with you my sway...