Still a Child

The day I was born, your shadow fell across my mother’s breast
When I opened my eyes, you coloured my mind
Every move I make, is by your desire
Every move I make, is by your hand only
Now I’m still a child, but I’m closer to death
Cover me in roses, gently touch me while I sleep
When I dream I’ll dream of drowning in a pool of scented blood
Now I’m still a child, but I’m closer to death
You said «take this it’s yours» so I’ve kept it locked away
Now you’re curled up beneath me in a pool of your own blood
Now I’m still a child, but I’m closer to death