Let me inhabit my prosthetic womb,
that i may forget myself in my tomb,
of love i wish i knew not,
I have been scorched by the flame for naught,
let me be deprived of all knowledge,
of things of which i have been deprived,
love, acceptance, affection,
to hell be they damned!
of all let me forget,
so that i may no longer be upset,
let me not partake of knowledge,
the very sight burns my flesh,
It is the knowledge of things i lack,
that causes my demeanor to turn black,
of parents tell me not,
I shudder at memories of battles unfought,
allow me to be sheltered from all thought,
from all worry and false treasure sought,
disengage my neurons make me numb,
of only one sensation may i enjoy,
the feeling of blissful ignorant warmth,
trapped within my prosthetic womb,
enclosed by fires in my living tomb,
consuming my flesh and soul the conflagration purge,
like the phoenix shall the old die,
and from the ashes i emerge from my womb,
Flawless, purified, from the pyre I arise.