In the dark dungeons of my dreams, lies a shocking revelation,
A truth buried and obscured in the deep reaches of my heart,
Better to be hidden for good, than revealed, the voice of my soul.
And, when I did sleep under him, it was pleasure for money
And, as the vision of my corpse rose towards the heavens,
I felt complete, an odd sense of satisfaction of a cause well done.
I lost a losing battle against the man on top of me, bereft
of all compassion and pride, come-passion and crime,
I was entangled, the electricity flowing through my veins,
and, as he kissed my lips, a tear fell from my eyes,
reaching the lower echelons of my bed that was my graveyard.
I kissed my child goodbye, not knowing if we could live another day,
In the final moments, I ran my fingers through every inch of her,
And, as I thought about her future, I felt sick, deprived
Of everything good, what have I left her with except myself ?
I gave myself up to this man, I couldn’t remember his face,
Because through him I saw my only child, and her cry for food.
Food comes at a cost, no cost too big for a mother to pay,
I was prepared to pay with my life, another extreme end,
And, when I cried in pain, it echoed of my child’s laugh,
Through the tears that lingered in my eyes, I smiled at her,
I could feel her caressing fingers on me, I was going back to her,
Victorious in the race against time, I got my pay, a heavy package,
And I rushed out of the room to my beloved, and I kissed her,
And together we went out to eat.