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Last night I dreamt of a life of joy

So pleasant and everlasting

Shielded by love and affection

Held tight by family, friends, and loved ones

A dinner table so eloquent and grand

Smiles candle-lit, they all gaze at me

Empty are their eyes, perhaps are their souls

Then I knew… I understood… it was fake… all of it

“I’ll go along with it…” “it’s fine…” I thought to myself

I watched them all… interacting so blissfully

My worry was but my own… “it’s nothing” I thought again

Forcing these insecurities out of my mind

Out came the main course:

Raw and bloody meat for all my sins

Wine so pure, it is just bitter water

And a knife to carve out my deviant ties

Tonight I dream a nightmare of terror

So painful and never ending

I carry no recollection other than suffering

Bound to this agony, I will always… carry… on…

Who can blame lives of decadence

So innocent until proven otherwise

Who can truly judge the guilty when all is lost

If all can be forgiven, at what end must we continue to endure infliction

I look all around me

Gaze upon the faces I see

Those I do not know

Those I will forget

And those I love

Tell this story of a dear life

From being to being

Mother to a child

Bring us warmth

Feed us your sweet wisdom

For this life I have not chosen

Has chosen me

I am weak mother

Mother I am weak

Candles lit and people hell bent

Ill face up to you all