Melting thoughts of disintegration
Hitting deep her insistance
to mutilate her newborn infants
After giving birth her
mind wasn't the same
Slowly slipping away, a state of mental decay
Family now complete
Father watches on
As mother
dismembers
her newborn son
Dissecting the specimen, split
I will explore, the body wide open
Uncover carnage within, split
wide open
Virgin, untouched skin
Releasing her rage
That dwells inside
tainted blood rushes through veins
her body
chemically changed
Love was erased, on the edge of a butcher's knife
The kitchen becomes a makeshift slaughterhouse
every
nine months she butchers one more child
Reminders of the deceased, scattered through the home
Bones and skulls of sons and
daughters
Genitals ferment
In jars inside the cupboards
for father to dissect
No one will discover the murder they
commit
Children used like laboratory rats
Sickening vulgar experiments
She sees what others can't
Probing the guts of her
fetus
Advocation of the pain
Mutilating, draining veins
Witness the horror
offering to themselves
Continuing murdering
their own kind
Never deny this fantasy life, they enjoy
Addiction to this heightened state
Post-birth psychosis
disjointing
her own children
form the life they'll never live
A massacre within her soul
Struggling for control