Why are you unable to see the light?
You cling to your mothers, your lovers,
Your children and brothers.
You lust after the imaginary friends
That you have put in place to feel okay,
While floating in deep and somber slumber,
Within the confined darkness of the womb.
Untangle yourself from the vines
That hold you complacent and in place.
They are mere tendrils of smoke,
A blazing nightmare of your own creation.
You dwell in the dark and murderous haze,
Preferring to choke upon the poisonous fumes
Exhaled by others, for you feel comfortable
In the warm uterine sac where you were conceived.
Fully formed and ready to go forth,
You linger in fear, unwilling to be borne
And leave behind the vile liquid that formed you
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