Unseen,
Impalpable,
a taste so acrid that I cannot swallow
a spot lighted on my brain
a picture I cannot shake
some smell that just won't go away.
I feel the hands
and hear the voices,
"Hush, hush,
it's a game I know that you'll like.
Play dead for me now;
you won't feel a thing
in Heaven."
Slowly,
I attempt to lie it all away
something that never did cause me pain
I was promised it would never happen again
Words aren't honored as they should be.
Their desires became my lullabies,
"Hush, hush,
it's a game I know that you'll like.
Play dead for me now;
you won't feel a thing
in Heaven."
Lust fulfilled on the other side
after I was opened wide
a little girl spread broken on the floor
screaming stop please stop I can't take it anymore.
Whispers
haunt me now
they tell me... to...
"Hush hush,
it's a game I know that you'll like
play dead for me now;
you won't feel a thing
in Heaven.
Shh little one
this'll all pass so soon,
that you won't know
when you're in Heaven."
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