Melting thoughts of disintegration Hitting deep her insistance 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 Dissecting the specimen, split I will explore, the body wide open Uncover carnage within, split wide open Virgin, untouched skin Releasing her rage That dwells inside Tainted blood rushes through veins Her body chemically changed Love was erased, on the edge of a butcher's Knife The kitchen becomes a makeshift slaughterhouse Every nine months she butchers one more child Reminders of the deceased, scattered through The home Bones and skulls of sons and daughters Genitals ferment In jars inside the cupboards For father to dissect No one will discover the murder they commit Children used like laboratory rats Sickening vulgar experiments She sees what others can't Probing the guts of her fetus Advocation of the pain Mutilating, draining veins Witness the horror Offering to themselves Continuing murdering Their own kind Never deny This fantasy life, they enjoy Addiction to this heightened state Post-birth psychosis Disjointing her own children Form the life they'll never live A massacre within her soul Struggling for control
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