The pain it takes
The blood it drains
All you’re left with is a pale face
And a game no one dares to play.
No special circumstances given
No begging heard
No pain that resembles the rest
In the kingdom of Morpheus I lie bare
Fraction of time stolen,
Never returned, never replaced.
Back into Morpheus’ arms, I hope
For the best.
That hope fills every cell of my fighting body.
A warm flush of blood.
In the myriad of lightning strikes,
I approach you one more time,
I stand on the cracked ice and wait
For the darkness to surround me.
Without my permission.
Forced on me.
Given with your most honoured blessing.
You embrace me
A victim of your cruelty finally surrenders.
I will strike back.