Still Birth

[Universe]

"One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star." - Friedrich Nietzsche

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The Night Of

Welcome to Lexi's Mortuary... at least that's what it's called to me
My only company is dead bodies, but honestly I'd work this job for free
It's right up my alley, no lights on and fulfills my darkest needs
Here it ain't hard to see erections peek out under long white sheets (eek)
I mean working graveyard shifts ain't hard if you're into your victims
Getting horny when rigamortis sets in? Yeah, I'm a single mortician
Coming to fruition like a haunted cadaver, the oddest thing at first
A dead body twitches after it expels gas... That's the opposite of still birth
Made sure this fuckin' dude doesn't move, call it my passion rape
Riding ass to face, cheeks clap away - the body ejaculates (wtf?)
I rolled off and hit the trash bin, fuck! Always mad I get involved
Pressing on his neck is odd and all but I had to check his pulse (he's gone)
Stepped into the hall, something's leaking... That's what I call a special haul
Grabbed a detergent bottle, washing the dead sperm out in the receptacle
Back in the morgue I covered the body, watching the hard-on going down
I shut him inside the lost and found... (at least that's what we call it now)
Really it's a filing cabinet for humans, and boy do they draw a crowd
I looked at my stomach and thought, '9 months and counting...'

Momma's awfully proud.

The Morning After

I barely got out of bed the next morning, head pounding and neck sore
I could've filled out a damage report like I was a damn escort
It's half passed four according to the watch on top the night stand
I dropped my right hand, feeling dried blood on the crotch of my pants
But it's no period; I checked my laptop and stand without cramps
Click a dating site headline, 'Looking for one night stand... and a lamp' (very funny)
Messaged this guy like; 'Hey! Want to get a table out of sight...?'
'Maybe conversate by the candlelight? - I'm available tonight...'
We unite at a restaurant; The menu's odd - 'but so are men', I thought
Sat across from an average blond, by night's end I hope to end on top
Then we talked, he said, "What's one thing you never thought you'd do?"
I said, "Well I like to have sex with dead bodies dude, whenever possible"
The awful truth: I can picture marriage, children and an ugly divorce
Then inevitable intercourse, making him lie still as a corpse
Feeling no remorse I enforced my will, "You're a boat with no motor"
Meaning no emotion... then I rode him saying "Don't move" over and over...

The Pill

My body had changed... I explained everything over coffee with Jade
But my little latte was accompanied by constant vomiting, yay
A taste of my own medicine I guess, I felt nauseous at best
"All evil is sex related... serial killers, diseases... they all stem from sex"
"In one form or another..." she said; "It's like a pistol with no trigger"
"What brings life is the very thing that ends it, shit, go figure..."
Back at my apartment now, I haven't given in to complacency yet
Or the mistake of regret, even with a plus sign on a pregnancy test
My stomach was a strange little nest, it had that weird feeling of rot
I hoped it's the online guy's baby, but also scared that it's not
Mission impossible: Sneak out like a thief masked from sight
The goal: Collect DNA from the dead guy's trash at night
If cigarettes hadn't caught his saliva, then some accessories might
Genetics are like a bullet's trajectory flight...

God bless ancestory sites.

Deliverance

I filed for a DNA test that very month, it was a little shady, yup
As lady luck would have it, it ain't the online guy's baby, fuck
Tried to shrug off the crazy thoughts, but they all talked me to death
I've never had a lot of sex so there was only one option left
Didn't want to consider it, but "one swallow does not a summer make"
Apparently years of growing up NOT banging opened up the floodgates
One painful kick made me undulate - I can tell something's moving
A Machiavellian blueprint; The next morning I woke up, belly protruding
This latest chapter consumed me; I earmarked pages that could fold...
Time skipped ahead like a story impatiently waiting to be told
My pregnancy's 8 months old now, such a selfish little seed
Playing hide n' seek... I'm merely wondering what the hell is inside of me
The lost itinerary of one's life is always where the Father's buried
But unlike him I can't drop off that which is too hard to carry
So I'm stalking near his family home, sitting in my car staring
On a stakeout eating takeout... these hips are almost child bearing
Questions I'm preparing are hard to ask, in truth that's why I stopped to view
My phone rang, I got the news - He died of a heart attack with prostitutes
I wanted to know more about the guy... I never even got a clue
He'd been cremated after we mated, I couldn't find out if I wanted to
It's like I survived a haunted tour then crawled into pitfalls of youth...
Only to wake up in a hospital room with an inhospitable womb
Before I knew it; This kid of mine now looms on the horizon
Cuz of the whore that I've been she's actually entombed more than I am
I'm thinking how useless life is, but also of diapers and car seats
I gave birth, my baby's silent - The Doctor couldn't find a heartbeat
Not a pulse or an eye reaction, everything numb and gone to waste
Then she spat up in the Doctor's face, a projectile of blood and vomit paste
Definitely looked like he got a taste, he gagged and coughed too
Looking all blue as he rushed away straight to the washroom
Where he stayed for nearly an hour; A mirror helped me peek around...
His back was to me, twitching as he made these wheezing sounds
No leaving now; An elderly Nurse checked on the Doctor's signs
Only to be compromised when he spun around with bloodshot eyes
My baby's cries caught in her throat, they were little as lungs get
But being human is suspect if you can't breathe life into a subject...
Call this a 'zombified' state; The media says bath salts are to blame...
Yet that doesn't hide the fact that we are all monsters, in a way
No comment I should say; I heard a crash, more cries and shouts
Held my baby tight, sitting up in bed like, 'What's that all about?'
"Code white!" blared out from speakers - This is no ordinary night cap
A Nurse put a hand on my shoulder, "Don't move..." she said, "I'll be right back"
I glanced at my daughter now, looking like she was found in water, drowned
But she didn't move a muscle, wow...

Momma's awfully proud.

The Fourth Wall

Our view drops down, quickly zooming up in a huge rush
Lexi looked ahead and said, "Don't move" to the camera... to US...
A harbinger of love; I don't want to believe her, but a part of me does
There's a darkness above, even hardened stuntmen couldn't harness the jump
Wheels are in motion yet nothing moved... We must've got in a rut
But we stay focused on Lexi and her baby, forever calm and untouched...

28 Hours Later...

An empty bed, private curtains, sheets covered in dry blood
The hospital is quiet - A camera is discovered right before it climbs up
It rises higher, moving out of the room with a panoramic pan
Like this pandemic was planned... We're leaving behind where it all began
Cross the line in the sand - We zoom passed the last weeds in the lobby
Slowly moving down a hallway littered with half-eaten bodies
A screenplay twisted in the breeze oddly, no topic inhibits this scene
No direction it seems; We pass a blond kid in little bits and pieces
He's whispering secrets... Nothing's blowing here, nor is it windy
The script moved through the doors and out into a post-apocalyptic city
Where there weren't any animals; Steel charred... damaged metal...
Amidst the run down decrepit buildings and cars jammed together
One man's trash is another man's treasure; Editing more's a painful chore
But in order to create you have to destroy the territory that came before
Some claim the cause of the outbreak is to target all our fears
But my grainy footage is causing headaches, not one single recording's clear
You'll only see light at the end of the tunnel when the darkest origin's near
Now scan the area... for a flare...

And Start Your Story Here.

[dull boy]

Nice

[Objective]

I'mma be honest with you. Halfway through your first verse I just went "wtf am I reading, why am I reading this? Why is this so well written on top of it? Why do I keep reading, I don't need to read this. Not now, or ever?" I also just had a few tokes and that's probably why this is just too much for me, lol

I know one thing for sure tho, you got a few screws loose but at least they're of quality, I'm just gonna head on over and read something that isn't about fucking dead bodies (even if it was written as a joke) in great detail, lol