The red velvet softness riddled with holes
Warmth, burning fire, stoking your soul
A blanket illusion covers the skin
While feigning protection it lets the cold in
When showered with roses the cloth eats with greed
While hidden seeds of insanity breed
At first its so vague like a clouded dream
But as times hands are farther it can be seen
At first when his touch strays from your body
Your movements are slow as your hard work is shoddy
The mind perceives your sorrows have been subdued
But yet you still miss him while he stands next to you
Towards dark as you lay your head down to rest
Thoughts of him quicken the heart in your chest
And as your mind wanders and you fall asleep
Amongst your visions and dreams his presence does creep
Inevitably he cuts your hand from his sleeve
But thoughts of return your mind sure does weave
Using your voice, your tears and your life
You beg him, nay plead him, to make you his wife
The words bring but anger and sorrow and hate
It brings torture to you and the time you must wait
With no knowledge or clue of future events
Terror, fear, set up their tents
Finally your nothing but a bitter sad thing
And songs of pity are all the birds sing
And finally when all the battles are through
After losing everything that completed you
Respect and dignity are all but gone
Like the wool of a sheep, they have been shorn
Forced to forget the unforgettable heat
You feel your scarred wrists stained with defeat
Grasping a knife, scraping the flesh
Spilling the life that still is so fresh
To think one could be driven to perform such a deed
By such a simply sown seed
