Child Of Despair

Called unwilling to your bedside
Wrapped in things that you call "beautiful"
My quiet protests do not move you
Hush now, child of despair

You keep me tethered to you
Nowhere to look, nowhere to hide
Your drip poison on my bruises
Hush now, child of despair

You dress me in mediocrity
And call me privileged and blessed
What doesn't kill you, isn't finished
Hush now, child of despair

Who would guess your white satin gloves
Could stain my ivory skin
What can you do but call me broken?
Hush now, child of despair

You crown me with your punishment
And tie me with your flattery
A pretty noose for an untamed *****
Hush now, child of despair

So I submit to your kiss
Your lash, your bed
I bite my lip and whisper
Hush now, child of despair

So I count the blood drops as they roll
Fiery trails of injustice on my skin
I would break your crystal vases
I would smash them with my concrete hands
I would tumble the prisons of your shame
I would rip away the mask until you scream
I would
I would, but no
Hush now
Hush now, child of despair
KnaveOfClubs KnaveOfClubs
18-21, M
2 Responses Jan 11, 2013

i'm proud of you.

Why is that?

this was something you struggled to show me, and now you are telling your story more openly.

nice one sis