bare flesh
against rough concrete
stale breath
like daggers piercing through my skin
and as sweaty palms
took me for their own
I lost the will to fight
innocence escaping me
like the tears that rush down my cheeks
my screams become silent
as the moment invades my soul
creating demons inside me
ones that I continue to fight
not only in my dreams
but in complete daylight
I thought I placed my trust
in the hands of an angel
blinded, I was easily fooled
for it was the devil I saw that night
watching me cry out, "no"
but choosing to hear, "yes"
About the Creator
Robin Fate
I live halfway between reality and fantasy at all times.
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