FETUS

I hate abortion and the people involved in it. Thats how this poem was born.

this eyes are now bloody
for its tired sharing diamonds
that wet the dried hands

she's never worth it i know
and it never changed the fact
that roses has thorns that wounds

it never changed the fact
that i fell asleep last night
and dreamt' the so-called paradise

that by the time i woke up
i was nailed in the darkness
brought by the night of cries

i did thought birds fly
but they never caught my eyes
every time i swim high