O Mother! Hear me say.

O mother! I have lost a battle

fought unfairly in the darkest hours of humanity.

Brutalized in the claws of a menagerie,

I stare into deepest trenches of agony.

In their inhuman acts of choosing turns,

they strangulated my dreams and

trampled my individuality.

Rocked from holy to unholy dust

In seconds of beastly lust,

I weep not in tears, but blood.

Into the despairs of endless torture, I fell

dignified like a fallen duchess.

O mother! Hear me say.

Hunt the hounds and feed them

my gangrene.

My nails have buried bits of their flesh,

despair not mother,

feed the rabid dogs.

O mother! I am hurt.

I want a drop of water to wet my lips

that are swollen from some rotten worms.

I have broken bones and disjoint hips,

and wings that have lost all its feathers.

O mother! Am I still alive?

Treasure my reveries, for I give up.

My breath is shorter than a millisecond

And I don’t know for how long, I will

breathe, slowly into death.

O mother! Don’t weep those precious tears.

From now on, you’ll be safe in my prayers.

Stay near me, mother

Sing me your lullaby for

let me sleep peacefully ever.