Deep in my belly

Growing stronger each day

New life unwelcome, unwanted

Conceived out of rage,

Hatred becomes flesh

My living shame, forever bonded

The Devils own spawn

He's doing backflips in my belly,

Anxious to escape from within

My skin is stretched taut

My body has been hijacked

I pay the price of someone else's sin

A poor choice for a mother

Look at my record

My son is living reckless and wild

And I barely remember

To care for myself

How will I care for a child?

As the Bad Baby grows

My body has changed

Morphing with the evil one inside

It's a mean, bitter feeling

Taking over my thoughts

Tempting as I consider suicide

Thinking of my death

I'm quickly punished

Inside there's a sharp, painful kick

I have no more secrets

Bad Baby knows them all

Every fucked up way my brain ticks

His power increases

At my expense

He's a bloodsucking leech, a parasite

Feeding my anger

While compounding my fear

His force of will is stronger than my fight

I lose more of myself

Everyday I don't fight

My mind inches a bit farther from sane

The Darkness arrives

With an icy sneer for a smile

Suddenly I'm doubled over in pain

Hours of torture

My body screams in protest

I'm being torn apart limb by limb

Finally he's out

This demon spawn from hell

And the future is looking quite grim

The fair maiden sits, pondering life,

her ornate room aglow from the sun.

Everything she has become haunts her,

the things she must do lurk before her.

The staff in her hands, it assures her;

nothing could deter her determination.

A princess, a future ruler is what she was born,

but today she will step away from it all.

The craftsman who built the staff she grips,

has stolen her heart, unintentional at first.

She requested he decorate her room,

using only the most beautiful of woods.

The craftsman was lured into the forbidden.

A relationship with the future queen of the land.

The maiden sat pondering her next move,

for in her hands, she holds the future of three.