Empty Womb

Red marionette smile Painted with blood  Reminders of a hollow womb Puppet strings guide  My listless spirit to The foot of my soul's tomb Clenched fist full of  Nothing beat at  Mother Earth's selfish ground I hold hands full of  Wilted flowers and lay  My trampled dreams down   Vacant eyes wander  But I see my light Fading to a dark glow The stench of  Rotting fruit I smell  And time refuses to slow  My stinging heart pumps Razor blood to remind Me of my pain   Dreams of smiling children Wake me to my Hearts blood stain