She is overfilled with beautiful words
And pretty little lullabies
That sing when she hums rhyming notes
They flutter into the quiet darkness,
Those beautiful words and pretty lullabies
Alighting and showing the path
To lost little ones who have lost their path
Plain little ones with no faults
and in need of affection
Plain little ones who call her mama
Because she alone can put them to sleep
Peaceful blissful sleeps that never end
Those beautiful words and pretty lullabies
They do something to the plain ones with no faults
Because they never awake from their slumber
They silently scream, "mama!"
But she turns two deaf ears to them
She then turns the path and finds herself new ones
New plain ones with no faults to put to sleep

I can feel it in
The heat of his coldness
Thrusting into my soul more
Turning me over
Defiling me of my thoughts
Bending me over
Revealing my shame and faults
Why won't he kiss me?
Why won't he  touch me?

I can feel his distant weary eyes
Glancing at me
His raving manhood
Cutting me in half like sharp ice
Whilst emotionally ******* me
He dresses himself with empty sheets
Making sure he doesn't touch my feet
I can only see his back but I still feel him in

He fiddles with the shadows of my image
I realise he's giving me the cold shoulder
He doesn't kiss me he doesn't touch me
No more glances, no more pounces
He seems away with a ray of sunlight
That always touch his icy eyes dull
He dresses himself with empty sheets
That distances his body from my feet
In his comfort from his love
He arises from the bed
Dear God, I can feel him no more