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| The Night Cries With Me |
| By Slave gerry |
As I'm walking through the Night,
Peering through the murky light,
........I notice there's a Shadow from behind.
I look not back in soft denial
That I would be spared the trial
........Of things that I dare not wish to find.
But I feel his breath upon me.
So I walk faster only
........To hear a scream that could not possibly be mine.
It wasn't I who made the sound.
That awful noise came from all around,
........As though the Night itself had a mind.
My fears grew deep inside me
As his arms wrapped around me
........Touching me as though he was blind.
When he was finally through
He told me what to do
........As though his will was now mine.
He said if I told anyone
That he would be back for more fun
........And that I wasn't too hard for him to find.
He said he knew what to say,
That I wanted it anyway,
........That my looks drove him out of his mind.
Then he left with one sound,
Just one that came from all around,
........The sound of his laughter and the Night entwined.
When I finally got home
I only wished to be alone,
........Thinking solitude would soothe my troubled mind.
I only wish the gentle rains
Would wash away the act of Sin
........That has been far from left behind.
With each drop that falls
Upon my shattered halls
........I pray that would wash away the stain.
But with each sound I hear
Brings back the chilling fear
........That I was too easy for him to find.
Awake I must stay,
Because that's the only way
........That the Shadow will not come back from behind.
But I know the irony,
That the prisoner will never be him, but me,
........Locked forever from the world that was once mine.
Other items by Slave gerry:
Poetry: BDSM to me
Poetry: Poerty: I Weep For Her
Poetry: To Grasp The Moon
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