SPLIT WIDE OPEN
Chris Barnes

Melting thoughts of disintegration
Hitting deep her insistence
To mutilate her newborn infants
After giving birth her mind wasn't the same
Slowly slipping away, a state of mental decay
Family [bad word] Father watches on
As mother dismembers her newborn son 
Dissecting the specimen, split I will explore, the 
Body wide open
Uncover carnage within, split wide open
Virgin, untouched skin
Releasing her rage
That dwells inside
Tainted [bad word] through veins
Her body chemically changed
Love was erased, on the edge of a butcher's knife 
The kitchen [bad word] a makeshift slaughterhouse
Every nine months she butchers one more child
Reminders of the deceased, scattered through the home
Bones and skulls of sons and daughters
Genitals ferment
In jars inside the cupboards
For father to dissect
No one will discover the murder [bad word] 
Children used like laboratory rats
Sickening vulgar experiments
She sees what others can't
Probing the guts of her fetus
Advocation of the pain
Mutilating, draining veins 
Witness the horror
Offering to themselves
Continuing murdering their own kind
Never deny this fantasy life, they enjoy
Addiction to this heightened state
Post-birth psychosis
Disjointing her own children
Form the life they'll never live
massacre within her soul [bad word] for control