My OperaMISFORTUNE
Wednesday, January 28, 2009 4:55:31 PM
Something awful about her eyes, cold gaze says she'd kill me...
Hungry stare of the soul inside, as if cold wind did chill me.
I hear her screaming frantically, but still I finish with the knife...
I deftly sew her lips together, to bring sweet silence to my life.
Upstairs in my room now, sure that the child won't shout...
Won't interrupt my sleep again, sure that she can't get out.
My sleep has been un-easy, ever since I took her in...
Poor waif she seemed that fateful day, so lost and dreadfully thin.
Slipping on my lounging jacket, turning towards the stair...
My nervous eyes deceiving me, for there upon the chair...
I seem to see the daemon child, she and that awful glare...
Twas but a trick of fading light, no creature really there
Still rubbing my offending eyes, pausing at my liquor table...
I know that I should try to eat, perhaps later if I'm able.
I pour dark wine into my glass, hand shaking with my fear...
What is that dreadful keening sound, that familiar sound I hear?
Must be the neighbors I decide, that couple and their child...
They have amply demonstrated, that family games get wild.
It's best to curb more subtle thought, I mumble as I drink...
Shocked at my own imaginings, so damn difficult to think!
Another glass to soothe my nerves, yes that is what's required...
A glass that I might fall asleep, this mortal shell is tired.
Sweet opiate this time I think, will surely do the trick...
Absinthe, it will ease my slumber, will dull my senses quick!
Sometime later in the darkness, startled into waking...
What was it that awakened me, set my body quaking?
I sense a greater darkness, something invades my room...
I fear that my precautions, will not forestall my doom.
Why did I not destroy the child, was it courage that I lacked?
Why only seek to limit her, did pity cause me to react...
With misplaced thoughts of parenting, dreams that she could be saved?
Such thoughts now seem ridiculous, would she consent to be enslaved?
Too late now for sad reflection, I feel her claws upon my arm...
Moonlight peeking through the curtain, I see that she intends me harm.
She has ripped my careful stitches, shredded tissue once her lips...
Now hangs lifeless cold and bleeding, her gaping mouth a cruel ellipse.
Green fire dances in her eyes, I see awful mirth reflected...
I understand now...it was a game, I only did what she expected.
I turn away no longer sane, I can't endure her features.....
I feel her rip my throat away, the way of these foul creatures.
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Young girl huddled in the doorway...such a lonely sight...
Won't some kindly passing stranger, save her from her plight?
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