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The room they're keeping me in is cold
And their incessant torturing is growing old
They chained me up for being bold
But do they honestly think that I will fold?
I struggle with these monocles until I bleed
I stitch my mouth shut, refusing to feed
I won't give them the information they need
So they cut me down, relishing in the deed.

Their disfigured mouths say ugly things
Their sick minds seek to break my wings
They squeeze my heart until it sings
Out for your touch to stop these stings
I won't break, even with their gun to my head
Because I know they want you dead
I picture you safe, asleep in our bed
I hold the image close with the words you said

They seems to know the thing that keeps me strong
And they've memorized the tune to my song
And they tell me now that it won't be long
Until they punish me for the things I've done wrong
Their forked tongues try telling me to repent
Treacherous serpents pretending to be heaven sent
I'm starting to realize what my mother meant
When she said "the worst things don't leave you broken, but bent"

These chains are biting into my skin
And all these walls are closing in
They're bleeding me out to cleanse me of sin
But I promise you now I'll never let them win
Because I still hear the words you whispered in my ear
As we saw them coming, eyes wide with fear
I keep your words and hold them near
But I'm starting to doubt you'll find me here
I've always loved the idea of lovers on the run. This poem is about one getting captured and tortured in order to protect the other one.
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