אני, עצמי ושאר יצורים הזויים.

She lay on the bed, covered in a lithe blanket, head on the pillow fetus like position.
She lay on the bed so peaceful and frightened, left bitter by her life's events.
Unsure of whet lies a head, she fell a sleep surrounded by dark silence.
As I stood for a second by the bed, I felt a fatherly emotion towards the tranquility that was on her face.
She lay on the bed so peaceful and frightened, left bitter by her life's events.
Staring at her, I thought tranquility should not be the share of others, while I only dream of a deferent me.
What should come to be, if I cut her throat wide open, for the world to see, and soak myself in her blood while looking at it flowing gently in the air?.
Pain is the share of us all, but my personal hell is the share of only me.
She lay on the bed so peaceful and frightened, left empty by her life's events
I look at these words as they start their existence and I ask me in side, what would she and they say if they all knew this part of the real me.
While the blood for this moment remains in her veins, for after all a child must remain loyal to his life-giving woman.
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