Emily Myers Poems
Lamb To The Slaughter
Put away your mercy and tools of perfect persuasion
Don't hold me here against my will on this oh so ordinary occasion
My secrets lie within me, there they shall stay until my grave
you're smothering the feelings to which i've become my own slave.
this chain and ball around me pull me underneath the water
Now you lead me like a lamb, by the hand to the slaughter
Innocent and naive what have i done to deserve this?
your grace is my death and i know i cannot escape it
you are so far away, how am i supposed to believe?
in something so unimaginable that i can't even ...
Twisted Bed Sheets
I awaken alone; you’re not by my side
Every morning this is what I awaken to find
Only an endless dream, a figment of lust
I reach out to touch you, you slip away like dust
Midnight envelops me as I fall into sleep
Running through the rain of my nightmare’s scream
I see you up ahead of me, and finally we touch
I kiss you with passion, my heart you clutch
We settle into restless peace our time is running out