Friday, July 15, 2011

Boundaries of Murder

How sad are you darling
How betrayed are you child
Did they set foot on your ground
And make you miserable darling child?

Are you coming from a house of tortures
Your past memories all filled with a savage captor;
Every morning they woke you up with the smell
Of fresh cookies brought by your torturer, your captor?

When are you going to leave that hand
Move beyond and past the tight grasp
That at first protected you such from all
And none now except his hand grasping you hard?

Life stops not at intervals, but at nights,
When your prison guard sleeps for long and deep
Remember his smile you once kissed and cherished,
And prepare him for a never-ending journey deep into the night.

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