Advocate of Birth

Melting thoughts of disintegration,
Hitting deep her insistence,
To mutilate her newborn infants,
After giving birth her mind wasn't the same,
Slowly slipping away, a state of mental decay,
Family now complete,
Father watches on,
As mother dismembers,
Her newborn son.

She’s found a way to express,
Killing every time she goes to caress,
These feelings can’t be controlled,
All her secrets wrapped tight in dead hair.

The kitchen becomes a makeshift slaughterhouse,
Every nine months she butchers one more child,
Reminders of the deceased, scattered through the home.

Children used like laboratory rats,
Sickening vulgar experiments,
She sees what others can't,
Probing the guts of her fetus,
Avocation of the pain,
Mutilating, draining veins.

I found it easy to comphrend this,
It scared me.

Special thanks to Mazurkiewicz.
Inspiration from Cannibal Corpse