sleep of innocence

she slept

her innocent sleep

awakened in the dark

by fear

disguised as love

it came in dressed like daddy

and stifled cries of pain

with hands

that smelled like they could fix her

if she broke

and she learned

to sleep silently

in the arms of pain

if she wanted to be held by love

but there is no peaceful slumber

in her soul

merely the vigilant unrest

of one who knows

that just when she rolls over

with contentment’s sigh

reality’s nightmare will awaken

with its hot breath

to suffocate her dreams

yet she no longer fears

she simply knows

the numbing truth

that there is nothing

in this dark world of love

which can crawl into her bed

and make her scream

for pain can’t sneak up on her

anymore

she sees it lying there

underneath the covers

entangled

and embraced

by love

palms

my love,
yesterday my voice was silenced
by those who were attracted by my song
whose adorations accompanied me
down streets of betrayal
into the welcoming gates of pain

they sang how much they loved me
and lavished me with praise
but it was merely ruse
to get me deep into the city to destroy me

and those who would protect this lamb
turned heads away in shame
too fearful to defend
within authority’s thick walls

all power relinquished
into the hands of one, sanctioned
by oppressive throngs of culture
which taunted my inferiority

innocence roped and slaughtered
i now bear the scars upon my wrists
of one who was once dressed and whipped,
crucified in love’s name

but oh my Lord,
how my tomb echoes
with the emptiness of death
and there will be no resurrection
no Love reborn within this painful womb

for i have learned that love is merely this
waiting for the whips
waiting for the broken bleeding
waiting for the slaughter to arrive

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