today I stand in the eye's current;
as I finally meet the ancient serpent;
all my life I believe much lies;
but truth weighs as cold as ice;
I wish farewell to Mom;
I hope she's finally calm;
worthless, heartless, destructive son;
even Death whispers I should point the gun.
as I greet my good, old friend;
I've reached my life's end;
now, I shall leave for Mother's sake;
No more child born by mistake.
— Anastacia
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PoetryA compilation of poems about love, reality and distorted fantasy. Thoughts to words - Touch to feelings - Sight to memories - All I can offer to you in writing. - Anastacia Cover belongs to its rightful owners.
