his sacred savage hunger
harries her terrified soul
torn and tormented by years
of most callous abuse
she clawing clings to the
shell of her tormented self
selling another patch of flesh
just to appease his need
but it is never enough, no!
her fear sloughs aside another day
another year, desperate to hear
a voice of tender tones
longing to feel the touch
of one who might caress
her heart with gentlest hope
and sing her blissful need
yet in the darkest moments
drowning in deathly solitude
she believes she has no choice
but to kiss the demon lips
of despair
[Thank you, Allison, for finding just the right words.]
George Ellington 