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 ...
I see you, across the room
Haunted eyes catch mine
And I can’t look past
Fear, and pain, love and hate
Endless words that we can’t
Just say, just speak
Suddenly I feel you again
The numbness fades
And I remember, what it
meant to be locked within
your gaze, your embrace