Aftershock

 Woman tries to keep me bound, like I'm the father.. I took her infant and introduced it upon the definion of late abortion. Don't you point your finger at me "Rose Mary"! This demon incarnate isn't my flesh. However this cursive tragedy upon your life, may I tip my hat, for I deserve credit upon that.

She presents to me the underlying truth of my abstract abuse. She portays a metaphor of responsibility, she shows what I have done within her.

I now know the signs, I notate you Taurus. I am aware I have nurtured your grounds. This Cancer, I have watered your earth. After I've been gone my plants still stand.. In time without me, they'll die. Your nature cycles, you live you die. My death within you, furtility will provide, a cleansed life..

Until then lies a curse and a blessing. For I have found a lesson, my perspective. Yet upon her I am left a mystery! A cursive question, a blessive answer she cannot understand. The final solution is my evanesce. Later.

Memories ;), the dreams I have - AtR