Treading in Fatal Waters

Like a dagger you pierced me

Rubbed salacious ooze deep into invisible wounds.

I had to flee, before you knew everything,

Before the power you command over me became evident,

Before you smelled the blood of isolation and spirals wrought from Hell.

Innocence is so sweet, yet you have no idea what such naivety brings

Your intention was not to strike as a whip to the tortured

Yet mere tomfoolery I have allowed to burn, blackening every bit of flesh

Charred ruins curling in the licking heat which would poison your eyes

I must keep you from what I truly am.

My own innate weakness is why your poking stick has sharpened with mortal cruelty

The façade keeps your mind unknowing and your soul unmarred

The depicted mirage of life and love and contentment

No one sees the ghost.

With your dagger, the wall crumbles at your feet

Danger and devastation lie within your grasp

You will not know.

I vow to save you.

Turn away from the agony of chains you cannot comprehend, cannot imagine

Walk free, walk on

Don’t come back for me.

“Father, forgive them. They know not what they do.”