2:30 a.m Poem

8 years by the water

8 years by the sea

Yet still you stand behind me

As I question myself

You, as a god 

Wrapped in delicate silk

Intricate beads, woven fabrics

Head dress of the golden goose feathers

Beloved by all, hated by no one

Then came me

I hated you, for reasons which I cannot recall

But overwhelming beauty

And a heart so pure, it brought me to my knees

Why must you do this?

I do not wish to submit myself

But I cannot avert my eyes from the perfection of yourself

Hair is as soft as the downy of a child's pillow

Eyes like whispering waters that carried Moses 

Hands so strong, yet caring, they could lift a nation

So why must I be the one?

I have come to reason, let me be

Alas! You couldn't set me free!

For I am the one keeping myself captive

It appears I too, have sank low enough to compare myself to your bastard dogs

Ha! In my conscious I love you!

But my heart is telling me that:

Your delicate silk are dirty rags

Your intricate beads are nothing but wood

And your head dress is nothing but that of a shepherd boys flock

And your heart may look pure...

But it's one simple step from aspiring beauty, to inner ugliness

Your eyes my looks like the beautiful waters that carried babe Moses

But how many sacrifices did it take?

And last of all, strong hands my be caring

But people who care to much, go to far places for the ones they care about 

So go ahead, I'll behave 

Just throw the meat and watch us devour this city whole

Just as long as you don't dirty the silk

That would be a shame