Never Get to Seven

Each time I make my mother cry, an angel dies and falls from

Heaven. When a boy is still a worm, it's hard to

learn the number seven. Five, six, seven,

eight, never. Seven, eight, nine,

ten. Four, three, two, one.

Never get to seven. Each time I look outside,

my mother dies, I feel my back, it's taking shape.

When the world consumes the boy, it's never ever considered me.