I know of those days.

I saw the shadows who betrayed me
Watching me with spite as they saw
The ropes they wanted to lynch me.
I rubbed the scars of flesh
The searing pain of the hot poker,
They, I
Wanted me underneath
Five feet, asleep, silent

I whispered to myself the sweet nothings
As the mockery looped around me.
Blood pounding in my ears
A sweeter symphony of fulfilling silence
As bone met flesh.
I welcomed defeat, warmth trickling down
I smiled with relief at the words slurred.
They left me like the dead leave the living.

Warm liquid wetting my face.
The pain was nowhere to be found
Purple and red pretty memoirs of time.
I was already condemned
I wanted an escape

I walked the footsteps of the path
That veers through the shadows
It whispered its lustful words
Those who know hear his temptation
We find no other to hear but him
He offers escape, salvation

The crimson puddle a mere stain on the white veneer
Swirling into a cloudy funnel of the calm
Few know the feeling.
Senses muffled withdrawing their power
Allowing the committer to float
Transcend the presence of soft kisses

I wish for my life to be; they revoke.
The questioners mourn the unknown
They attempt to salvage the unfinished work.
Sterile, living veins suffocate
A prison cell they have placed me.
Liquid plops, voices whisper
A haze of old sunshine blinds
They find fault in my place
Those who know not of those days.

I know of those days.