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by Jasper Author IconMail Icon
Rated: E · Poetry · Psychology · #1353248
I tried to help a loved one who only pretended to want that help. A trick it was.
I come friend, to visit you
Knocking, seeking passage through
A lady decked in brilliant white
Draws a key to let me inside
I hear her shut the door behind me
I seek life but plain walls I see
I step quietly to your bed
Rest my hand upon your head
A tear slips from my eye
My words stumble as I cry
And my crying gets louder,
And louder,
And louder,
And I am shouting it all out now
How I love you, I want you
Come back into this truth

I break again into my sobs
Your sweet beauty has been robbed
By these things you -must- do
By these ones, they don't love you
My fingertips come to meet your skin
My God, why are you burning?
Water from the cup on your right side
I drip it on your skin, please be alright
I peel back the covers to see underneath
Why are you strapped down here with no liberty
I fight against the buckles
Breaking my knuckles
And my blood falls on your hand
One drop, another drop, again and again
I have got one loose
I have to get them off of you

But I hear the key back in the door
They come to bind you once more
My hands are shaking
My heart is breaking
The lock it clicks and the door it creaks
It is opened wide and they are staring to me
All the white is gone and red is in its stead
Their minds are probing, trying inside my head
I resist them with all I am
Resisting as much as I can
They are stepping nearer, hands stretching out
I am tired, but I cannot lay down
The last cord is broken and you are free
Why won't you run away with me?
No time for questions, answers must wait
I am not a hero, but I must keep you from this fate

In the corner I resist their greedy fingers
They rip and tear and shred me saying they have seen her
But I have it not in me to give you up
Call it what you must, I call this love
Pain it screams through me, I am next to twain
Bleeding out, it is faster now, but hope I obtain

I call upon angels with swords of fire
I call upon God for your reconcile
I hear nothing but my heart pleading
For it is tired, rest is needed
And they are still tearing into my flesh
All my answers are caught in their nets
I am throwing punches, kicking like a villain
They will not have you for their pride of stealing
These demons will I hold at bay
These demons will never make me sway
Because I love you with an outstanding truth
Even though in your sleep, your dreams are uncouth

They scream as high as they dare
But I refuse to be scared
Their words are harsh and dark as well
I resist them back to hell
They cast your sins at my face
And trailing those, my own disgrace
Still I stand
With you in hand
And at last they grip my throat
And at last I start to choke
Now at last I begin to die
And at last you couldn't even cry
As I drown in the blood that rises
Still are you full of surprises

As the demons part and their stand you
I look into my hands and see the truth
They have always been empty
My wrists and my ankles bear marks
The straps have made eternal scars
I struggle but it's futile as they lay me back to bed
They stick needles in my arm to make me dream again

I come friend, to visit you
Knocking, seeking passage through
A lady decked in brilliant white
Draws a key to let me inside
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