Sunset, Sunrise, Sunset: Soon a New Day Will Dawn by Cleo Patra - HTML preview

PRISON-HELL

You conceived me

I felt deer free

Felt safe when you were near

We were in a close-knit sphere

Your soul was askew into the abyss

There wasn’t any more blossom bliss

My soul was behind prison bars

You left emotional scars

You swam in your swamp-mind

Everyone turned their eyes blind

When you wanted to come in the first time

You knew it was a CSI-crime

My bed was against the door

Under your feet was no slippery floor

I slept on eggshells

Afraid I might wake with your twisted bells

There was no relent

No rescue was sent

I wasn’t the only one

I couldn’t even call 911

There was no fire gun

She turned to the sun

You hovered while I was in the bath

She didn’t give you her bridle-wrath

Your black-red eyes devour my nakedness

I felt powerless

For years I prayed

Take me out of this evil shade

Raptors licked their lips

They saw the gossip-ships

Won’t go back to the prison-hell

My body will hang like a bell