Innocence Dark Betrayal Poem by James McLain

Death is all.
Around, all around me, shadows gather.
My dream reappears,
as the stroke of death rubs up against me.
Death invades me, and as I grow full
what comes in from the night drips
into the earth, that outside is my prison.
In my mind, I cry out,
while the end of my life surrounds him.
All alone except for death as he nightly comes,
none hear my death, as he empties out my breasts
nor hear his pleasure, in and out forever except me.
All alone other's come and if this is such hell
why am I not all alone.