Honeyed words flow like wine,
Hallowed of rotting defeat,
Instilled is power to which time ceased,
I’m trapped in your world of melancholy,
To what do I do to escape from you?
Is there anything, I can do to prevent your stay?
As I now realize one too many drinks was a costly mistake…
Your words shifting dark, dreary,
Brooding of opposing desolation,
Tension builds of obscure oppression,
Suffocating in toxicity, my heart races,
My intuition fears of foreboding pestilence,
Should I scream?
Should I Cry?
Should I beg?
“Baby, please… let’s just go to bed.”
I flinch as you race across,
A dominant press, your face to mine,
A sinister glare… my trembling lips whisper “why?”
I get no response,
Just a heated blow,
A burning jaw with cracked lips,
In fetal position, I take your kicks,
Panting and grunting you finally stop,
I’m shivering, I’m crying, my body shakes,
Awaiting death’s calamity,
Like a flip of a switch, you begin to console
Why do I love you; I’ll never know…