by Leah Clayton

Created on: August 04, 2010

These words are my darkness, the pen; my light. Sit down with me, I'll tell of my plight.

A long time ago, a memory far away...Will be wrenched to the surface, here on this day.

My shadowed wings, are shadows no more...Take my hand, hold tight, we'll soar.

Back to the time of long ago, At last, I'm ready now to show...

This dream of my reality dying in bed, Morpheus' muse resides in my head.

So, here is the land of my hope that you've bled...my clothes that were shed...

Remember that night? "No", of course not; "You weren't there." Only the ghost of your own despair.

Well don't worry, these memories will be aired...shared...and bared, As I bear.

Doe-eyed child, barely 18...Daddy's little girl, Daddy's little girl, Daddy's little girl, I had no clue.

Hey Daddy, did you? Did you know what you could do? Was the monster familiar to you, before you intruduced him to me...

IS the monster still familiar to you? As you instill him in me?

 It was you...you that murdered my TRUST, with your covetous, misguided, rapacious LUST.

But there are no victims here anymore, nothing that festers deep in my core, smells no longer linger from your alcohol soaked pores ...

All that remains is this night, Only this night...that will never end, never begin, never reach the light of my pen.

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