Revelation

Through my silence,
their good image stayed.
But deep within,
they were utterly decayed.

Their hands looked soft,
clean and innocent.
My thighs were soft,
when they took my innocence.

The agony of traumas,
I chose not to reveal.
I never told mama and papa,
that the monsters were real.

My mind shouted 'No!'
when they switched off the lights.
Because little did they know,
monsters love crawl at night.

It wasn't enough,
that they dominated my dreams.
Whenever I wake up,
they were lying beside me.

I never wanted to sleep,
sleeping was an invitation.
For when the darkness creep,
came my persecution.

I hear voices within;
loud, tormented, grieving.
I hear voices screamed,
"End this, I'm begging."

Immaculate mocked me dirty,
Satan knew my torture.
My neck was made itchy,
by the rope on the floor.

I tied it tight, yes, I tried,
I saw grim right before my eyes.
4:00 AM, I've made up my mind,
sometimes death is never a surprise.

I thought;
What was it like,
to believe in saving?
I might see the light,
if I stop my breathing.

©FortressMeadow