Whats Wrong With Mother? I become possess From my mother’s affliction The heart cut itself When I anticipate her struggles It horrifies me What’s wrong with mother? The battle she endure From a body which tend to fight itself War break silence at the surfaces of her skin Prolong at the edge of the hair follicle What’s wrong with mother? A few days of no pills And my eyes burn From the salt liquid flowing between my lashes Whenever i look upon her What’s wrong with mother? Her hair was remove without her consent And like vampires she is now a victim to The humid rays of the smiling sun What’s wrong with mother? Her dark cluster patches Spreading all over her body frightens me not another soul or demon, but a complex nature fighting against itself.