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Writer's pictureSarah Mattle

MOTHERMILK - (MUTTERMILCH)

Like the pollen the coat of the bee,

the priest his faith in the pure,

the fish the mouth of the dolphin.

The plagues of my past will never let me go.


Deep, powerful waves that sweep me to and fro,

attacking my mind from the darkness.

Without mother's milk, without a face I came into the world-

No perfume to hold on to. No long blond hair that clings to me.


Out of nowhere like cancer,

the artery or tendon in the back of my hand.

The rosary has fallen

the needle no longer sharp;

so much, so profoundly, so heartbreakingly painful and clingy will it never let me go.


Not a breath was I allowed to enjoy, not a heartbeat to devote to joy, neither still a tear to the right eyelid to let flow.


To the woman who gave birth to me

I do not leave the honor to be called mother.

Instead of love I got hate, anger, pain,

and now I must continue to suffer.

Because of the woman who gave birth to me.


The innocence that I once possessed,

I will never feel again.

The self-assurance, the love I deserved,

I will never see any of it again.




A/N:

What inspired me here was:

Mother - Rammstein

The Day I Left The Womb - Escape The Fate

Nikki Sixx

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