Razor sharp fingers
Reaching for my soul to take
Carving a hole into my chest
Breaching the protective wall

Red eyes never seen but in dreams
Blinding mine from terrors yet to come
Gradually is worsens to a searing pain
I can no longer take the agony of it all

He whispers to me in the dark
Tells me that I'm safe with him; that I need to succumb
Give in to his offerings of escape
Get away from this lie called life

Sensually he pulls me in
Reaches for my heart and soul
He seeks to claim me as his own
Pulling away, I go unwilling

Finally he gets me
I fall into his arms, Claimed
In triumph he has my body
Destroyed he has my soul

I reach for something to hold
Pray this is a dream
Pray I die or forget quickly
Blessed I see no more

He finds me again and I lie
Home, but alone I cry and call on One I trust
He tells me I am safe, that I can sleep
I cannot, for there I see him

Days, weeks and months go by
It does not leave me
I am tortured, left to die
Screaming inside, I call to those who desert me

Alone I am and desolate I cry
I need only to feel the light
Only darkness answers my call
I long for escape from the monster

But there is none.

I should be laying beside you,
with my hand between your legs,
my head on your ***** - while listening to you
murmur out your dreams.

I should be laying beside you,
carving your sleeping body
with things I would like us to do;
to each other when you wake up.

I should be laying beside you,
listening to you tell me about the times;
in your life;
when you and I were strangers.

I should be laying beside you;
for when you and I were born,
the empty sides of our beds -
are place holders for when we are finally together.

I should be laying beside you,
because that’s where I want to be right now;
juxtaposed your body.