The day I was born, your shadow fell across my mother's breast.

When I opened my eyes, you coloured my mind.

Every move I make, is by your desire.

Every move I make, is by your hand only.

Now I'm still a child, but I'm closer to death.

Cover me in roses, gently touch me while I sleep.

When I dream I'll dream of drowning in a pool of scented blood.

Now I'm still a child, but I'm closer to death.

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