Voiceless

I was the effect and your pretty folly was the cause I was a blessing but you were the curse I was a seed but you were the ruthless soil I was a tiny blood but you were the burning flame I was a little innocent but you were soulless I was an offspring I never had the chance to grow Like I once an aye until I became a nay Like a disgusting dust in the wind I am now a living phantom Every trash bin you see is my grave Every garbage waste is my manger Every raindrop you feel is my tear Every air you touch is my breath Every nightmare is my endless call Every lightning and thunder will be the day I die See my shadow in every corner Until the day you will repent The very day you blew me away Like a disgusting dust in the wind Voiceless (The Mourning of the Unborn Child) Lyn-Jenne