Baby , baby

For whom the bell tolls
Capturing grace,
i shook the baby
i wanted her eyeballs
i needed her youth
The jeckyl of skin
I needed a candle
My lights
were dim
I shook the baby,
Wrapped cloth
round her mouth
As she gurgled
and spat
I stole her tongue
became her chimes
smothering her tears
her dreams would be
who ate the baby?
I have no idea?
Yet ill  be at the crossroads
brimming with fear


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