Afterbirth

Make me vent at the knees I've got a phantom lung better Than the other More like the broach you wore with apocryphal insignia It was better left untouched It was better left alone For the hour of my echo is at hand Do you feel that respiration? It's blocking out the sky Now there's not light to be shed On this painful labour Walking with my old limp that Resonates your ego When I feel the resignation of my limbs You rode in on a horse But wouldn't form a tryst Saw you ride in on a horse But you couldn't be convinced Tell your brother's Keeper that he's in an Awful mess Tell your zealous mother To spray her tongue Tell your brother's keeper his cuts are Somewhat of a nuance When that zealous mother Bleeds for everyone Now you feel that respiration It's blocking out the sky Leaving no light To be shed on this Painful labour