This birthmark looks familiar to me.
The stars have aligned this way before.
I see you answer the call of death,
Your waist has once moved to its rhythm.
Your eyes avoids the water of fear,
You are a barren woman’s curse.
The weak wombs gorge out their walls for you,
No spoon can hold your convulsing tongue.
This time when you leave, do not return.
This world should not mourn you more than once.
Must your scent reek from more than a grave?
You bring joy and leave so much sorrow.
If you must come, you should learn to stay.
We can find a loophole for your fate,
Embrace our world and chose to live!