Wednesday, 2 May 2012

#Ntoshspace - Rantings of a Medicated Being: Violated

#Ntoshspace - Rantings of a Medicated Being: Violated: You strip me naked with your Wolf like eyes Devouring me to my core, I plead with you Please no!!!!! I hear a distant voice, Your evi...

My 16year Old


My 16year old, how do I protect you?
From everyone and everything
I fail to protect me
When his fangs show in anticipation of what would be
His acknowledgement of my being shutters my defenses

How “I scream in my head”
How do I do it that you do not succumb
You see he knows our fears and strengths
He manipulates us to be as he wants to

My 16years old
He dazzles and charms
Anoints you with his attention
Already slathered one thousand others before you

You preen and fall into the abyss that is his Manhood
Heeding no one but your pulsating naïve heart
How do I protect you from what I succumbed to?
Voices scream in my being “save me, save her, save us all’

Maybe this time the Gods of Thunder shall heed my calls
For I call from the womb that brought forth a being
Thundered in labor so that you could be
Maybe the Gods of all good shall heed my call
And hold you together he shall never penetrate

Maybe they curse us, who knows
And he holds the key to all ears that need to heed
“STOP IT” I say, he flinches
What he sees in my eyes he dares not.
My 16year old, I live for you, kill I shall for you

Child

Child get off that floor, off your knees
Child reclaim your power
His lies were your downfall
He clothed you with deceit
Moisturized you with his treachery

Why do you mourn his departure?
Pray tell who mourns the departure of a storm
One that raged and tore at you
Your tears watering the garden of his depraved being
You weep now for the man that plundered your worth
You honor the slime and scum of all things cursed
You weep now for the tide that lashed you
Bashed you against the rocks of unfulfilled love’
Child “Be Still” I command        
                  
Is that not the warthog that gored your heart?
That splintered your being to irreparable proportions
Child “Look at me”
Is that not the monster that stole your youth?
And deflowered your faith
Is that not him that left you lying in the gutters of broken promises?
Is that not him that smothered you with his sickening lies?
Child stop
Move On