I remember making love
To him, my fear
Entangled with his lies
Enchanted by his words
"What you're future holds my dear
Come with me; I'll make you strong
Give you reason to carry on."
From the attics of my mind
Hate steps into the light
With a scent so strong and musty
Something unused for years on end
The voice was sweet, but gruff
Speaking words laced with déjà vu
"Come with me. It can be easier; you will see."
At my feet lay two
Reason and rhyme; beaten, broken
In their hands they hold my life
Strangling it with knowledge and right
No kind words
Unappealing to say the least
I turn unto my pain
He stands above me
A puppet master, controlling my every motion
My every feeling; every thought
His lashing whip tears my flesh
But this becomes part of my nature
The burning blood blinds my sights
But that blood lets me know I'm alive
Anger stands around me
Its servants left and right
Hate is his mistress
Fear acts as his concubine
I am his slave
Neither beaten, nor praised
Mearly persuaded in every possible way
Love, oh! how it shines
From the closet and the shadows
Tucked away by Fear
It cries and weeps with loneliness
One day I will set it free
There was a time when it mastered me, too
It's been so long I can't remember
Lastly there is a child
Spawn of them all
In it is breed my loneliness
My cynicism; my skepticism
I hate it with all my soul
But I dare not suffocate it
The child is wrapped in innocence.
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