ripped from the sacred slumber
that held me in its embrace
and awakening to this reality
staring me in the face--
I look around with blinking eyes
and wonder if all this that I see--
the burning flames upon the wall
is truly meant to be--
surely this is just a dream
and not reality at all
and then I hear a distant scream
and my name being called
soon the smoke engulfs my room
no hope to make an escape--
and I feel an impending doom
unable to deny what I know is fate
I lay in my bed, close my eyes
and beg for forgiveness while I wait...

I've been poisoned.
Tried not to drink it,
this liquidity of hate--
but it seduced me
called my name
cajoled me
enticing me to try
to be the same
as all the others
who were surrounding me--
I fell victim
to believing the lies
that somehow their
'espouted truth'
would set me free--
but what the hell?
How could I not know?
There are no truths
in lies
only pain and sorrow
that so often don't show
until much later
when you look around to see
that you're totally alone
no one to hug, no one to help,
to set you free.

So let this poison do its job--
let it work and destroy
all of me!
I am not needed or wanted
nor am I free--
I am merely someone
others use for their fun
I am no longer human
I cannot claim I belong
for this poison I drank
is far too strong.