My fetus girl

You're a little fetus girl,
       still bloody from the womb.
You miss your endometrium,
       You hate this constant gloom.

You want to be like other girls,
      You want not to have to care
But you can't dance to that song,
      Because you're a fetus in despair.

You smoke your pretty butterflies,
      you drink to your demise.
              so go smoke your pretty butterflies,
                      and drink to your demise.

Forever moving foward,
     You're fetusness is no more.
Time has stolen everything,
     and you're no longer sure.

Do you want to be a fetus girl,
    kept alive by dark?
Would you rather be a normal girl,
   playing hopscotch in the park?

You smoke your pretty butterflies,
      you drink to your demise.
              so go smoke your pretty butterflies,
                      and drink to your demise.

You've seen too many creatures die,
   Through those little foetus eyes.
You want to hunt the hunters.
    but you can't destroy the lies.

Ignorance is bliss,
    but you can't deny your fear.
You were my little fetus girl,
    but you're no longer here.

You smoked your pretty butterflies,
      you drunk to your demise.
             You smoked your pretty butterflies,
                   and drunk to your demise.
                       But from the comfort of your womb,
                           no one could hear your cries.