She's a dream you woke from but couldn't remember
Her warmth is a dying fires last smoldering ember
She embraces her child like the new moon's phase
She feels the unthinkable, trapped in the maze
Her tears are rocks she picks up on her wanderings
Her only means to contemplate long lost ponderings
Her love is pitted with a comet of blazing hate
Every second reminds her, she's already too late
Her cage of agony is built outta mined gold
That can never be stolen, traded, or sold
The greatest spell she ever cast was to say; its all for the best
To cast it, she tore her heart out & cut off her breasts
She stopped bleeding in order to believe she was dead
She regrets every word she speaks, & ever said
Hey, little child, your phantom mother is real
If you want her back, you must see what she feels
And get ready to slay the dragon to which she kneels
Phantom mother, the hate that you fear, as much as living
Is everything your child has dreamed of giving
The mirror may reflect a devil in your place
But that child still see their mother's face
The nights they cried, the tears they have made
Are the line in a story with you being saved
Phantom mother, you pain is as real as the dreams that dance in their sleep
And whether you return, or not, they are treasure they will always keep
Phantom mother, you know what scares you, more than a surprise attack
Is the truth, more real than god, that child will always want you back
10/18/16
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