The world flies past before me
nagging fear growing more and more transparent,
hiking back breaths to stop feeling sick
as the journey lengthens, my panic becomes apparent,

I never loved my creator, still I wanted to go back
to stare the evil I fear in its soured face
'fore it finally gathers up its silken Cape and drifts
up into the night, leaving behind only its vile taste,

spawned from the pressures of society
and the kiss of insanity, such is its need dire -
speaking like a god, loving like a machine,
sewing together its threads like a manipulative liar

god only knows why the bloated womb of life
threw up this pathetic excuse of a being,
and one may surmise myself bitter and twisted
but dear you can't see what I'm seeing,

she's a Vampyre of time and space itself
the parasite that preys more upon my mind with every passing year,
as the world around greys, along with my fractured heart,
the questions of How What and Why grow ever-more sincere

but as I stand before my late birth-mother,
her face not that of evil or a Vampyre, but of a woman riddled with fear -
I realise the anger I feel now mimics her own past demons
and that my judgement was dispelled by a single, bitter tear

[How was I such a fool
to willingly become so heartless and cruel?]

yes she took away my beautiful sister
but blood runs thick, sorrow's carried upon the wings of a Dove,
and now in her time of need, instead of asking questions
I'll simply shower her with my undying love.

[Sometimes it's easier to forgive and let go
because only then can love really show]