Scratching at the walls of soft skin It squirms and squeals from within Mother fears what it's become and closes her aching legs hoping that her unborn son will soon end up dead Like a feeling inside, you wish you never had Like being joyful when you really should be sad But it just swells up inside, 'til it all bursts out Just a bunch of wrong decisions, thrown about It holds on tightly and bites so hard Like it's bitching and whining really got so far Father hates what it's become and takes another swing with the bat Finally rid of his crippled bastard son and his bitch's sorrow to fill that empty gap It took mom a few day's too long to see what she had A few days and she saw what treasure she left with dad Even if impure and a fuck-up too She loved that child more than she knew But it's too late, too late She can't wait, can't wait To make it all better But it's too late, too late She can't wait, won't wait She's changed now, for the better Rid of the chain that held her back and crushed her boy Rid of the animal that saw them only as chewing-toys But she can't be rid of the guilt she holds She can't scratch away the thriving mold The fault that's grown on tightly and nothing's better not even slightly This was all just sorrta off the top of my head....I don't want it to be perfect...it's just...a sort of way to get rid of a few nasties up in my head....really been nagging at me...like the title says...all improvised lines...no planning the outcome of it...
I like it. I dunno how to explain what I like about it (since I suck at explaining), but there's something about it. That it's improvised makes it even better, imo.