The sight confronts me The dead of night A silent birth No blood, no screams Those eyes, minutes old Staring back, black cold Malevolent life Nobody will see his future intent On course to bring about imminent end Blind to the vital signs Torn From my womb With no soul The child is born Perception tricks me Destructive and vile Beautiful outside Rotten inside Proclaim you're faultless, but in the end We're all same as the child Torn From the light Cast aside Left to die Torn From my womb With no soul End of light