I was, I was an embryo

You know I've got my father's spirit;
Silent and moulded into
a mental catastrophe

I'd have children who speak in indifference
in a mind lonelier than my own

You know I've got my mother's fate;
Will be married to a man
who will bend my back lower than his,
until it is parallel to the ground

I'd live from day to day work in and out

Go up
then come down
heavier, with a heart my weight cannot bear
and thoughts damp with febrile contributed by a lysing mind

Give me no moon or investments in shares;
Bury me
in my music and I would like to be undressed

Every orifice cleansed
No more slipknots of innards should live in me
You can
Feed my
viscera to my parents

No one else will ever know the
darkness that plays tragic in my light
and warmth of my home I was,
I was
an embryo.