You grew inside me
My unaware bloom...
To shrinken sense of bewilderment
Between melted white lies,
I create you...

Never there, where we think it could be
Clentched in some sort of death,
A reiteration of life, of hanging by the neck,
Of watching behind a glass wall...

Not sober...yet...
But you blossom,
And I look away,
Choose to lie, to supress, to dispair