fathermaddnes

Carry the little one to her room To the tomb To the place Where the joy was erased And pain replaced All that was inside Young man, take her soul for a ride A body is all yours to take With nothing at stake Make all innocence fake Devour her mind with a greedy hand Bury her youth in the sand Her innocence lost in an alien land An alien body took her away stole what was inside and left decay Pleasure is on your mind Young men never find She is the kind That breaks so easily With carreses given teasingly This crime could very possibly Be the one that takes her haltingly to a dark cold grave Where no one can ever save but

She screams as her face changes. I don’t understand why – I’m fixing it for her. I remember her face as clear as day, after all; the velvet-soft wrinkled skin, the silver bangs framing her face, the eyes like windows to the sky itself, crystal clear and uplifting as daylight. I know what I’m doing. But something isn’t right. Who is this woman? My wife hates white blouses, and her voice is all wrong. I lift my hands away, and the person beneath my fingertips staggers back and collapses, amidst a chorus of screams and the sound of someone throwing up. Doctors are everywhere. Good, I think, They can help that poor