Slip sliding through black and white
Corridors narrow, cramped, and tight
Slowly creeping my way home
To my baby boy, ugly gnome
What a sight to see
Bundled up in front of me
My son bleats out loud
So many feelings, none are proud
Must silence
Through violence
Must kill it
Blood spills thick
Use scissors
To cut it
These scissors
Will gut it
Hideous son
Can't believe
What I've done
Spawn of me
Hideous son
Murdered
The deed is done
These lines are blurred