Miasma

Rest on the ground pale child
Your translucid skin
Shines brighter now
And what thoughts were taken from you
Whispers to calm down every leaf
Fragile yet, immaculate
She's bare and lays without redemption
Waiting for the cease
Waiting for her mother to soak her within
Rest on the ground pale child
As your bloating guts spill over the soil
Poor pale child
Rest on the ground pale child
As your bloating guts spill over the soil
Poor pale child
The scenery keeps its motion
Relentless it flows in ecstasis
Crafting the worst landscape earth has ever known
The heritage of a dead child
The one who is able to emanate placidity, oxidized
Mother, where are you?
I know you're embracing me
(But cease this suffering)
Mother, where are you
Mother, dig me down
Whose childhood oxidized
Whose death meant the end of any moral existence
Rest on the ground pale child
As your memory spreads among us