As I write this, I'm in his lair,
And I whisper a silent prayer.
An Act of Contrition.

But I remember, my silent killer is still here.
Repugnance still lingers in the sheets,
So I'll hold my breath, to stop my silent weeps.

With each repulsive ******,
My innocence was taken,
Due to his greedy fixation for lust.

Numb fingers, and numb toes,
Fear peakes in the height of my soul.

I feel my chest lose control,

As it violently trembles,
My soul has surrendered,

As I wave my white flag,
And let you degrade me in bed.

Today is a great day ,
A new day ,
as if the old one didn't. matter .?
Tim Peakes. Picture as the earth set over the sun .
My song of hope ,
To teachers sat cheating scandal  ,
a new day would be cut short only for a new one to begin .
' Thank you for a better read if only for a little while '
But if good things must end for poetry to begin ,
And a new day dawns with Tim Peakes sun rises over this earth ,
Then a new sun must rise over thick dense cloud ,
Of waterless  tears ,
And poets dance ,  
and crows  Sing ,
and the weary traveller never rest his head ,

For twilight. Is near ,
Is ever present  ,
And he who slumbers shall never find rest .
And to fail is to never try ,
To live is to never die ,
As Lucy stood tall to **** **** a girl guides pride and joy ,
Dare mighty things ,
Failure is not an option ,
And thirty five poems on ,
Still going strong ,  
Because of new day ,
I can gladly say ,
Happy Birthday to Phil
The poet X.