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Oct 2010
I place her gently
on the
counter

Defiantly
bait
complacent
eyes

But ...

They have  
often
seen my sort

Likes of me they do despise

“Take a seat”
she spits at me
Such venom makes me smirk
I size up my surroundings

Maybe now I’ll go berserk?

You see ..
I
dally with

Dark Demons

Devil

Deep Blue Sea

A lifetime lived in purgatory

Why does no one hear my plea?

Help me
Help me
Help me

I’m drowning in the mire
Throw me out a lifeline
Before my will expires


Cherubic eyes start taunting me
Pierce my hardened shell
I beg you
to
extract me
From this hell in which I dwell

I often dream this dream  
Surreal and quite sublime

Where the essence of my character
Transports to another time

Bonny hats
Crinoline

In my pocket sits a key

I stroll
out
into the garden

Wait by the old oak tree

Watch the boy approaching
From the distance on his mare

Close my eyes
Count to ten

Recite the lord’s great prayer

Soon he is upon me
I hand him now the key

And as I stare into his eyes
I see that the boy is
me

I don’t know what it means
But it tends to soothe the pain

Until the cycle

Fires up

Vitriolic rain

Pollutes my brain

Help me
Help me
Help me

I’m drowning in the mire
Throw me out a lifeline
Before my will expires


I start to scream
I start to shout
I know with them
I have no clout

We all go through the motions
We all have a part to play
I give a star performance
They know I’ll rue this day

Soon I’m bound and gagged
Contained within a cell

And if you listen very carefully
You’ll hear the sound of the

**Death Knell …
Written by
Bathsheba
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