Why must I be food for the Beast?
Pain as I am taken from mother
rag doll, dripping blood
in the teeth of the Beast
Tears cannot protect
Lies cannot conceal
I taste my own blood
Is it a thing he must have?
Today’s pain is buried
next to yesterday’s hopes
Their gravestones cover my mind
The teeth fasten in my soul again
If he took it all, would I die?
If I take it first, will I be free?
© W.R.R. 11/3/1995