how long this poisin has been seeping
from ancient wounds cut long ago
sinful secret, a vile beast sleeping
I can't be sure, I do not know

cloaked in memory, a kindness
a sweet charity of mind
ignorance will disguise as bliss
until I earn the strength of time
leave my childhood in the darkness
left to be a victimless crime

I unaware of poisin
she inside a frail heart weeps
left ungaurded while I lie sleeping
she is tortured by the beast

I pondering possession
she is hers I am mine
vile beast by name repression
left asleep within my mind

shall I wake this beast
for slaying save the she
that once was I
or leave the beast to conscious sleeping
in exchange for sanity?

on waking I hear echoes
cries from another time
slay our beast
she begs for freedom
give back to her what's mine

09/09/2005

Posted on 09/10/2005
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