passage to mom

Sweetness the crimsom color swrils
The black plunger moves foward.
30 seconds and my rose glasses are back on
No more sorrow,no pity for this world
Were all vegeatarians. No blood except
for the little that was spilled fixin myself

Whys it have to be this way?
The pain I cover you helped create
And now all I want to do mother is sit here
and nod.
How can I feel this pain when you dont
feel it