From a warm womb I fall -
into this crack between life and silence.
It is chaotic, beats a grey tone,
but no, not of life, it lacks the fervour.
not the silence of death either.
From a warm womb I fall -
into this crack between life and silence.
My mother asks,
바카라Which one do you choose?바카라
I look up at her from the crack,
I see her womb now -
red, warm, teeming with life.
Enricher, preserver, mother.
She asks again.
바카라Fervour or silence?바카라
바카라I know, mother,
for this abyss is not forever.바카라
By every breath, it crushes me,
like the bodies of two lovers -
it comes closer and closer,
until they become one,
and I become none.
From a warm womb I fall -
into this crack between life and silence.
바카라Life,바카라 I say.
바카라Life? what life?바카라 my mother spits into the crack.
The canyon floods.
바카라They stole it from us, you filthy piece of flesh.바카라
Enricher, preserver, mother.
Mother expects me to wage a war,
bring her back the stolen life.
바카라Be a hero, you coward, spineless lump.바카라
My spines are not strong yet,
I am only a foetus. A warm, red lump.
바카라You pig, get up, wield the sword, aim the gun.바카라
Enricher, preserver, mother.
They came in tanks and planes, flags and fists,
an iron pipe spat a bomb. Boom. My mother fell,
and me, the pig, the filthy flesh, slid out.
From a warm womb I fall -
into this crack between life and silence.
here I stay like bug stuck in tar.
I have no choice, I know.
neither does my mother.
바카라Death,바카라 says my unformed tongue.
The canyon snaps like magnets,
the foetus dissolves into atoms.
In a snap, I am a brain,
red and warm, in a skull, in an army helmet.
바카라Fire바카라 says somebody,
and the brain, the atoms, respond.
Boom!
From a warm womb I fall -
into this crack between life and silence.
