Fivemonths and four to go

But now my unborn's fate I know

To cleanse me of my sins

Tomorrow my nightmare begins

In my hands here lies the power

Blessed by fate to choose the hour

The doubt within me grows

My predicament it clearly shows



My ignorance is bliss

Miscarriage is the shrine I kiss

Reality will not be missed

To suffer with only one aim

Can't heal the scars of such wasted pain

Stillborn, my blood was shed in vain



A nagging pain like a missing limb

The brutal truth I can sink or swim

Internal scars too deep to heal

Paralysed too cold for tears

Inject the poison inject my cure

Now without such wasted pain

Stillborn, my blood was shed in vain



To suffer with only one aim

To hasten what's preordained

Each day you grow

But soon I'll push till no life you will know

To suffer with only one aim

To hasten what's preordained