lost

she waits

for the appointed time

which curls 

around her intestines 

like a beautiful noose.

the footsteps

are always quiet

and paced.

one...

two...

three...

they inch 

towards her chamber 

of pink

with confidence 

and 

apathetic lust.

her disdain is disillusioned

by the sheer fact

that the warmth

is genuine love.

so she stays quiet

while vile deeds

penetrate and punish

tender emotions...

turning them

into razor fanged

memories

that long to feed

upon the fleshly sameness

that gave her life.

confusion erupts

as scintillating sensuality

pours 

from once upon a child

and a woman emerges

dressed

in the funeral regalia

of times gone black.

satanic thrusts

engorge her kitten

with seeds 

of bitterness

which will someday

feed her revenge.

but yet

cuddly caresses

ensure 

that this is normal.

creeeeeak...

the chamber is sealed

until the sordid thirst

rises once more.

sign language

her days 

and nights

meld 

into one another

creating the monster

she refuses to see.

apathetic cries

sleep

just beneath the surface

and writhe

with fervor

as they try to escape

the ineptitude 

of those who have eyes

but yet 

no eyes.

soft flesh

tattered and torn

to please the insatiable 

lust

that lurks 

whenever she walks

among the living.

white coat

induced slumber

while the reality

present in dreams

overtakes and stumbles.

the cold hands,

slithering 

into the forefront

and shattering

her screams to be whole.

verbal barrage

smothering the intent

that was once

innocence...

now lost in the fire

to be consumed

with any shred

of moral or mental

decency.

she weeps

and 

weeps.

praying 

for her moment

of deliverance

that never

comes.