The unborn wishes

Deep within me,
yet concealed,
lies something of fear,
threatening, but sealed.

Don´t know what it is,
though I sha´n´t dare
opening it anywhen,
as it´s surely bad.

Death of men or own,
something it´s like that.
What shall I prefer, I ask,
and what could do help.

Dread and horror, sure I am
that it´s this alike.
Is it to be freed,
I wonder, yet at all?

Do they know what´s inside me
that they try revealing,
in violence they taunt my heart
to stare at what´s inside.

But they wish to never´ve opened,
when they at least´ve done,
as what they find is death
all upon the unborn wishes.