Life is odd. We create life and then let it dwell inside woman, taking an unknown form for around 9 months. The mother could be harboring anything inside her, but we assume its an innocent "normal" child. In much the same way, our "soul" inhabits us if you will, sometimes sitting dormant to its truest, most carnal desires. Look at all the serial killers and molesters of human life. And then of course my ramblings took me to familiar territory of horror movies like Rosemary's Baby, The Omen, and the Seventh Sign to name but a few. This is meant to serve as an analogy to our own base desires. I deliberately started out the first stanzas one type of voice and tried to go through a few changes of such by the end. Not sure if it worked but its finished. Hope you dig it.
