Waking in the morning, look out,
see space through my window.
There a tiny pearl of blue,
And swirling clouds.
Somewhere down there.
Somewhere, the child of my flesh
He's fighting for me, for the world.
The clouds, swirling in the wind.
There is no wind in space.
No breeze, to gently blow my hair.
Just memories of such.
'Be safe.'
I whisper a silent prayer.
And the voice that now controls me laughs…
A harsh, harsh thing,
This laugh in my own skull.
'Kill him.'
My child is not safe.
I see visions, flashing through my head.
SHE puts them there.
My baby, bloody child.
Dying in my arms.
In my arms, because I…
I have killed him.
NO! She has killed him!
I'm her weapon,
Her tool.
I cry inside my mind,
'NEVER!'
Her bitter laugh greets me.
'NEVER!'
Once again in tearless sobs.
I feel her, harsh, and angry.
She can feel my strength…
'Never….'
I'll fight back…
and she shall never win.
