Killing Me Softly

May 26, 2017

Your voice echoes and

rattles through the chambers

of my mind,

claiming to come in peace

and leaving me in pieces.

All I ever wanted was 

to feel like I belonged,

but the danger calls in 

whispers and 

the murdering is soft.


Neurons misfire and words

are misunderstood, and

love comes under the

condition of obedience.

Manipulative touch, fingers

fixed inside my brain.

I'll never belong to

me as long as I remain

where the danger calls

in whispers and the 

murdering is soft.


Days go by in centuries

and tease me relentlessly.

One day, I could fly...

one day, I'll be free.

But reality is fluid and

what appears is often not.

We can plan and 

God will laugh as we

stumble through the dark. 

Love may be a savior

but also an anti-hero

in this place where danger whispers

and the murdering is soft.

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