Saturday, November 11, 2017

Her Terror



Her Terror

Then the senses rage and you’re in a cage
Consequences are minor sequences and there’s no penance
Temper is the mist that makes emotion king
Love’s dissolution, shouting and screaming

Who’d you see in your front view?
Gentle, trusting eyes engulfed in tears, struck by a lightning blow?
Victim to you is prey, bleeding and kneeling to pray
Shrieking in terror, the cracks weren’t play

A glance in the mirror witnesses a devil
Weakness your cowardice embracing evil
Your commitment to love and cherish
Now a defunct and irrelevant wish

From a hand on the Bible to shattering the band
It wasn’t meant to be survival of a wicked hand
Violent explosion was her soul in convulsion
You’re damned for eternity as a domestic violent felon

No comments:

Post a Comment