Poetry / Little Angel in the sink

Drown this fatal fetus
Deprive it’s unformed lungs
There’s no name to justify evaporating tears

Scream smiling proudly
Exploding jaw into a wishbone
Wish my funny bone was bare

Foolish heart in a stomach
Degrades a soul with acid taste
Bitter fake phoney angel
Liar in the dark
Laid on a broken back
It smell’s like death, fell from heaven

Something’s in the sink
Just a cocktail of chemicals?

Doesn’t matter anymore
There’s no name on the gravestone
Because the souls been forgotten

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