I died a little that day.
The darkest pain
No words can say.

The stabbing and tearing.
Ripping and bearing.

Some call it beauty, but surely they forget.
I remember and there's nothing pretty about it.
The only thing pretty was you.

I resented the trauma you put me though.
I denied the drugs for the sake of you.
I denied them because I thought I was stronger than pain.
God help me I agreed to do this again.

It was very easy to make you.
We did as we always do.
When your life began, I didn't even know.
With no effort from me, you started to grow.

Sometimes when I wake up, I forget your there.
Fleeting moments when I am unaware.
More and more you're a part of everything.
I go to sleep, you're every dream.

I imagine you'll come with violence as they all do.
Screaming and pain that I'll suffer through.
But you'll be beautiful.
A soft pillow with sparkling eyes.
A small angel in a human disguise.

Translucent fingers. Miniature toes.
Tiny eyes that cannot see.
Tiny lips that open silently.

I feel you move
And now... I know.

I've never been more sure...
Life is the disease - you are the cure.