PARTING SOULS May I trespass upon your reality? I have to be set free. You keep the deep dark secret. You hold the only key. In the dim lit corners of childhood. I crouch in trembling fear. Two monsters are constantly shouting. The sounds are drawing near. The nightmares are approaching, Asleep or awake. A slap, a moan, then screaming. The claws begin to rake. The Devil is in the bottle. Vicious outbursts come and go. The words, hurtful and degrading, Dragged from depths below. Good-byes wrote in black liquid, Upon this sheets of white. Desperate plea for forgiveness, Trying to make things right. The weapon is drawn and ready, As it sits upon the head. One last ounce of courage. Torment and pain, now dead. While waiting for my hero, Day turns into night. The minutes turn into hours, My impatience turns into fright. My hero is late in coming, As I make my way to the bed. Thoughts rush around in circles. The morning brings news of dread. You come to me at sunrise, Not a tear upon your face. You tell me that my hero Has left the human race. My hero, why did you leave me, Leaving me less than whole? I have a million questions, More answers that go untold. Behind your closed door, lies the secret. The key that no one can buy. Outward appearances say you loved him, This truth becomes a lie. Unlock the door to my freedom. Deceit has now reached its prime. Then you can go back to your reality, And I'll go back to mine. Copyright © 2001 Twisted Dreams & Karen Gretencord. All rights reserved. Reproduction is strictly prohibited.