Dying to Be Dead

Nine moons circle around my so called home
Telling me to crawl out of this flesh dome
Light coming weakly through your ink set skin
Not ready to leave this warmth around me
My claws deep in you, paralyzed by the fear
Birth of unborn child is near
This rotten fruit of love refusing to be born
Cold and hostile world awaits my first turn
Put me back in
Everyone’s staring
Fear of dying
But dying to be dead
Why are you doing this unfair thing to me?
Being born means death, can’t you fucking see
Fear against life rising, can’t avoid the birth
They are dragging me out violently from dirt
Light is killing my virgin eyes
Lungs infiltrate with raw air, my first breath
Ears hurting by your scream and pain you deserve
Let me die lived enough in this hell here