*Cosmic Mist*
Bluelighter
This is really old - began it years ago but lacked the motivation and inclination to finish it, until today. Enjoy...
Part I
As I lay in my bed one night
Sweetly sleeping in somber light,
Lying still, and safe, and sound,
Not one single threat around,
I was joined by a spirit insane,
Bearing a name I would later blame.
He robbed my soul of what was right
And left me trembling in the night…
I lay in my bed alone,
Hurt violently, yet still as stone,
Tears falling silently,
To ease the pain
Falling steadily,
Like mournful rain.
I took each shattered breath in vain
To ease the memories,
Which still remain,
As I was bruised and beaten to the bone,
And spoken to in a quiet tone.
As I lay solemnly re-arranged
The victim of such a perverse rage;
As the rain continued to fall;
And each scar,
Itself, in me, installed,
I saw myself, pinned to the wall,
And heard as I upheld my call
(Calling which only fathomed more the rage
This and more I remember, despite my age…)
And as I absorbed the hate
Dispelled at such a frightening rate
I screamed internally,
And physically bled
Listening to each hate-filled said.
I retreated further still inside
My body left to wither and die,
Left by him,
In a passive state:
Left, these acts, to contemplate….
Part II
What spirit in such tranquil mind
Would be driven to violate a child -
To alter the life of one so sweet,
And out of her,
All the love, to beat?
Furthermore…
What kind of reasoning could intreat
The beaten mind these acts to repeat
On another child.
What state of mind?
What rage could render one so blind?
Part III
Forgive me as I destroy your life
And act out on you the same strife
I had endured years before;
Having been bled and beaten
And left so sore.
I cannot but continue on the same
This cycle which broke me and left me lame.
Please realise that it’s just your family name
Which includes you in this evil game.
There is no malice toward you per say,
But simply put: this pain still remains,
And will remain until some time
When it finally seems I can leave behind
All The Hurt…
The Rage…
The Pain…
But such an ending is by nature arcane…
Part IV
Forgive me child!
Innocent and sweet!
As each shred of hope, out of you, I beat!
My weak state of mind leaves me this way
And now you shall, like me remain.
All my love to you I send
As I push you far beyond pain’s bend!
Forgive me,
But it’s strength I lack...
Part V
Now I must leave and not turn back,
Knowing our pasts are one and the same.
The cycle will, more children, attack -
I know it will act itself out again
When you can no longer face your rage…
When you wish too to turn the page…
And only then will you see
The reason that sanctions the cycle to be…
[ 19 October 2002: Message edited by: *Cosmic Mist* ]
Part I
As I lay in my bed one night
Sweetly sleeping in somber light,
Lying still, and safe, and sound,
Not one single threat around,
I was joined by a spirit insane,
Bearing a name I would later blame.
He robbed my soul of what was right
And left me trembling in the night…
I lay in my bed alone,
Hurt violently, yet still as stone,
Tears falling silently,
To ease the pain
Falling steadily,
Like mournful rain.
I took each shattered breath in vain
To ease the memories,
Which still remain,
As I was bruised and beaten to the bone,
And spoken to in a quiet tone.
As I lay solemnly re-arranged
The victim of such a perverse rage;
As the rain continued to fall;
And each scar,
Itself, in me, installed,
I saw myself, pinned to the wall,
And heard as I upheld my call
(Calling which only fathomed more the rage
This and more I remember, despite my age…)
And as I absorbed the hate
Dispelled at such a frightening rate
I screamed internally,
And physically bled
Listening to each hate-filled said.
I retreated further still inside
My body left to wither and die,
Left by him,
In a passive state:
Left, these acts, to contemplate….
Part II
What spirit in such tranquil mind
Would be driven to violate a child -
To alter the life of one so sweet,
And out of her,
All the love, to beat?
Furthermore…
What kind of reasoning could intreat
The beaten mind these acts to repeat
On another child.
What state of mind?
What rage could render one so blind?
Part III
Forgive me as I destroy your life
And act out on you the same strife
I had endured years before;
Having been bled and beaten
And left so sore.
I cannot but continue on the same
This cycle which broke me and left me lame.
Please realise that it’s just your family name
Which includes you in this evil game.
There is no malice toward you per say,
But simply put: this pain still remains,
And will remain until some time
When it finally seems I can leave behind
All The Hurt…
The Rage…
The Pain…
But such an ending is by nature arcane…
Part IV
Forgive me child!
Innocent and sweet!
As each shred of hope, out of you, I beat!
My weak state of mind leaves me this way
And now you shall, like me remain.
All my love to you I send
As I push you far beyond pain’s bend!
Forgive me,
But it’s strength I lack...
Part V
Now I must leave and not turn back,
Knowing our pasts are one and the same.
The cycle will, more children, attack -
I know it will act itself out again
When you can no longer face your rage…
When you wish too to turn the page…
And only then will you see
The reason that sanctions the cycle to be…
[ 19 October 2002: Message edited by: *Cosmic Mist* ]
