The Confusion November by Supuration Lyrics

She : "Dear diary... it's so stupid..."

Tears of fear coruscated my face
Tears of joy course the length of my days
Tainted blood tracks in my veins
Bleak sadness, he will come soon
Will I ever be
Truly wholly free
Of this agony
It's not left me, this blood of mine today
What would you think of me, Mother, if I should say
(If you should learn about my stains?)
I can see your face; blackened with rage
Twisted in hatred (denying the cage I have wrought)
My bliss drains...
I wish I could say how I became this way
Stark fear
He will come
Now I want it
Now I sense him
Is he the one?
Mother there are dark rings under your eyes
Your hand raised to slap as you realise
I wish I could say
It would be okay
She (about her diary): "...He (the embryon) thinks your a therapy..."