In a Jar - Who Dies in Siberian Slush

They keep you in a glass jar

To make sure you won’t go far

And so you float in a liquid

You’ll never live, you never did

The wounds on your face

You could have worn lace

You fine hands and neat fingernails

The time in the jar crawls like a snail

In a row on a shelf

Your jar found its place

And I find myself

Stare at your disfigured face

A stillborn baby with golden curls

Allways will be…

A stillborn baby with golden curls

Allways was…