NEVER BORN (poor man's bump)

---NEVER BORN ---    
(poor man's bump)
 
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