And
all I remember
is that I felt like
dough.

Tender,
you sculpted my body
as if
you were a God.
Twisting
and turning,
creating a master piece.

But as I think back,
I find it hard to swallow,
because I know
I am not the only piece
in your collection.

And as a lay in bed
for hours on end
I try to create my own
lullaby.

For my dreams
have seemed to run away,
and nightmares
are the only thing that keep my company.
Leaving each night
a never ending race
for sanity.  

Like a sweet breeze,
I whisper
into the silent
soft air
"I love you"
"I love you"
"I love you"
And I am reminded that my tongue will never get tired
of the taste of those words.

And every night,
As I watch you walk away,
I can't help but follow.

No matter how long it will be,
your tune
will be stuck in my head.

So for this one last night,
I beg you
too sing me to sleep again,
with your
sweet
sweet
lullaby.
In hopes that one day
I can sing my own.

This time,
I shall welcome death with open arms.
Greet it with a simple kiss on the cheek when he finds me.
Invite him in for tea,
and make sure that he has everything that he needs.
And until that day I'll keep packed bags waiting by the door.

Everything you say
Has already played off the tongues of millions of others today.
So who's to say what you think matters anyway?