Please Stop
I stare at your aging face
Wondering where all the wisdom went?
What happened these months to make you
Wish to destroy my dreams......
I cannot describe......
What you are doing.....
Does to me.......
The pain you cause me......
Fights we have......
I will you with my heart to threaten me
With that hunting knife you have
And do it for real this time
The bruises fade, the memory stays
Suppressed in my little chamber of horrors
That I dub my vault
I cannot speak anymore
This prose is over
November 2004.
Hmmm....November 2004, seemed to be a hell of a month for me...