I search for a signal that tonight the evil will not take possession of my world. Did I some how request the pain and shame that sleeps with me at night? As the misty shadow advances closer I know "The devils worker" has again come to call up my darkened soul. Tears flow as he nears my side to ravage me. Without a spoken word, I silenlty close my eyes. His touch is one that I have felt for many years. Still my soft skin blisters from his rough hands. Bending downward towards me, the smell of liquor has given notice he has arrived.
Can they not hear me cry, as he devours my inner Little One? She feels all, as I drift away from the scorching flames of hell. She is so much better at handling the pain.
Do they not care that we suffer in silence, as their world smoothly rotates? My soul has felt the love offered by "The devils worker" and still I cry alone. |