My mothers in the halls
Ghosts in my mind
I'm being haunted
By burning men
That i thought had left
Haunted by social workers
with match-lit clipboards
their ash-smoke clings to my skin
I thought they’d gone
Thought they’d leave me marked as
Care kid
Don't know how
To take this bout of news
I want to rip the memories out of me
So, i can think
Don't know if they hear me
God knows but he doesn't take
Well to kids stuck in the system
Father knows, won’t fold
To the will of being a parent
Spiral, rabbit holes
Dark rooms
Climb out of somewhere
Unknown to all but you
pretty paper wrapped round decay
Mother,
All the seconds of the day
Weld to me
Did they weld to you?
I am messing with fate
I can smell the horror
Sense the skin and bones
Of whatever i am becoming
Maybe I'm turning into you, mother?
Maybe i should try to
Or at least try to be unlike
Not that that’ll ever happen
Shaking, quaking
to cry
Try to leave my soul
Behind
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 5:32 AM UTC
My mothers in the halls
Ghosts in my mind
I'm being haunted
By burning men
That i thought had left
Haunted by social workers
with match-lit clipboards
their ash-smoke clings to my skin
I thought they’d gone
Thought they’d leave me marked as
Care kid
Don't know how
To take this bout of news
I want to rip the memories out of me
So, i can think
Don't know if they hear me
God knows but he doesn't take
Well to kids stuck in the system
Father knows, won’t fold
To the will of being a parent
Spiral, rabbit holes
Dark rooms
Climb out of somewhere
Unknown to all but you
pretty paper wrapped round decay
Mother,
All the seconds of the day
Weld to me
Did they weld to you?
I am messing with fate
I can smell the horror
Sense the skin and bones
Of whatever i am becoming
Maybe I'm turning into you, mother?
Maybe i should try to
Or at least try to be unlike
Not that that’ll ever happen
Shaking, quaking
to cry
Try to leave my soul
Behind
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