Thursday, December 1, 2011

The Devil's Playground

the innocence
of youthful slumber
by a piercing scream
momentary confusion
if only it was a dream
two naked bodies
a face normally so sweet
now twisted up in anguish
shoulders slumping in defeat
a monster in the corner
violence in his eyes
whiskey soured on the breath
tongue permeating lies
an outstretched hand
a heavy heart
pulled the hunted from the scene
and wouldn't fall apart
a watchful eye that never dozed
years have passed and she still knows
if you wait until the savage sleeps
the battle is half over
one day there may be peace.