Like mortar in a mixer
Three heads, melted thickly
Killed
I killed
Have I killed?

Miracles have been used up long ago
and lie cold on the concrete.

I was losing my grasp on reality,
when the eyes of the heads
opened wetly like genitals, to say hello
The heads whispered in Mother's Voice
-"you" "you" "you" "you"-
"How did you fool yourself into thinking you would be loved?"
"when you are so ugly"

"uoh~..."

Before I knew it, nine thorns sprang
out from my chest cavity. the diaphragm
shivered, as if about to cry
(my body!)
I finally lost my grasp on reality, and I started climbing the steel tower
The handrails I touched all turned black and rusted.
(I knew I was made of poison!)
(No! It was that woman who was poison itself)

(climb climb)(toddle toddle)

(not enough to die)
(to a higher place, climb!)

The intestines of those gone,
reaches out to the heavens from the tip of the steel tower
The intestines were knitted together like rope
I desperately pulled the rope in
The knot had grown long enough to reach the sun.
Tower of beloved corpses.
-squelch- -squelch- -squelch-

With each pull I reach the peak,
and the height increases. I can't see the ground anymore

The tower starts to shake widely.
whispering in Mother's Voice
"automatic failure at happiness, shapeless spawn."
"My dear lost one," "My sweet apathetic soul"
"your parents failed in raising you."
And I died.