And, greedy children that we are, We took for granted the life that fed us. Not satisfied with your milk that nurtured, We tore into your flesh and devoured. Too impatient for your wounds to heal, We gorged ourselves on your blood. My Brethren Your vampiric children Feast on your slaughter Parasites on the rotting wound. Be patient, Mother For as your children sit With their fat, bloated bellies Your pulse already slows.
Evening is here.
And as your offspring cry out with hunger They will not realize they caused their own demise While you collapse with a sigh of relief. Goodnight Mother, Rest in peace.