Soren Grey

Your mother kept you safe

So safe you weren't born

Your mother keeps you still

In the mind of the forlorn

And never to conceive

And never to allow

The thought to cross your mind

Where is your mother now?

And somewhere in a dream

Your mother's still eighteen

And holding onto this world

That we called obscene

The union of the snakes

With coiled bodies bare

Bring scissors for my skin

And for your mother's hair

She'll never speak your name

For fear of looking in

To the past that was

For that which might have been