Never born

Death, you flirtatious whore
you promised to stifle desire, to extinguish the fire
through the impending ending that only you can inspire
and yet you leave me alive still dying inside
alone, never known, on the living room floor
just wanting more
Death, you fucking whore
I want more
now discarded like a stillborn thrown into a manger
tossed into unwanted arms of an unwelcoming stranger
conceived and disbelieved by an unlikely marriage
with an unknown stoning and a plotted miscarriage
A rage blazing in a cage, beaten and battered
like a teenager gazing at a tattered page
of mildewed creek porn
We need a needle full of juice with numbing to ease us
and a noose around the second cumming of Jesus
yet you leave us hollow inside and splattered with scorn
here where death never died and life was never born