Where We Come From
We come from troubled wombs , our homes resemble tombs.
We come from polluted souls , our livess resemble holes.
Empty and devalued , longing for the close.
While your taught monsters dont exist , were feeding from their breasts .
Forced to carry the weight of their fate upon our malnourished chests.
Our role models are zombies , whom we refer to as our mommys; In love with vampires that suck the life out of thier bodies.
We live amongst the dead , who walk around with empty heads .
Numbing their brains to feel sane , revealing skeletal remains.
We come from troubled wombs , our homes resemble tombs.
We come from polluted souls , our livess resemble holes.
Empty and devalued , longing for the close.
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