Diamond Mine

Waxen nun in her bed

"I had to do it!" She said.

If you let a child

Be a child, you ain't

Doin' her no favors in the end.

Which brings us to her portrait

The photograph

Of the orphan they ripped

In half

And left what was left

In the forest a hell

For which there is

No name

Most love comes around

Second hand

It's a strange age better take

Take what you can and

Maybe you've been orphaned

Unforgiveably - if so, i bet you know

Of some traditional wretch you left

To catch her death out in the snow

So -

Unhappy child!

Flash me your

Rottweiler smile

Don't let no

Modern kind of love bring you down

There's plenty of

Decent tail in this town

Did you grow up in a trailer park

Did you grow up

In an immaculate and humorless place

Where the holy spirit, when you came crawling in

Turned away from his face

There are some parents. Whose

Children long for divorce -

Now that you've buried your head

In this time, where

Dust sharp and fine

Rises from the mouth

Of the diamond mine

Where hungry pickaxes tear at the rind

And cut men up from the inside

Oh gun toting urchin

What do you need?

Of it's nothin

She ain't comin

Back to me

Marrow knowing orphan

What can i bring?

Oh it's nothing

He already took

Everything.