Emily Myers Poems
|41.||A Letter To Depression||11/15/2007|
|42.||Starless Starless Night||4/16/2007|
|46.||Twisted Bed Sheets||4/16/2007|
|47.||Lamb To The Slaughter||4/16/2007|
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 ...
We carefully search for beauty where beauty never stood
I never did attain it, I knew I never could
The simple shapes of earth cannot satiate my need
I need true beauty; beauty like the world can never see
Mirrors lie and people judge the faults they themselves reflect
Pointing out my problems while ignoring their own regrets
Beauty is elusive, serpentine, slick, and rare
We find angelic features aplenty but true beauty isn’t there
Reflected not by mirrored glass, but in our good deeds