The Darkness Before Dawn...

In the dark, alone, she cries again, her tears falling like acid rain, trailing tiny little licks of flame...

The words fly like fists of fury, striking her soft walled heart like hammer blows,
a rub on a callus all too familiar now, a dull throb like the echos of an organ with burst bellows,
a strain of discord denied by the source long now gone, assembled by mismatched bedfellows,
all born of depraved selfish desperation and then not yet hypocrisy stamped seeds that never mellow.

In the dark, alone, she cries again, her tears falling like acid rain, trailing tiny little licks of flame...


The cries are inhuman, spurred on by similar  acts, of kindness turned inside out, dignity a putrid stench,
chided for her compass, the inadvertently bestowed upon decent morals by indirectly indecent bastard & wench,
again the threats fly, launched by they who broke the gilded promises deep inside gears irreparable by wrench,
wrath and spite flow endlessly forth, without reprisal or reason logical fair, a dark flame no pleading will quench.

In the dark, alone, she cries again, her tears falling like acid rain, trailing tiny little licks of flame...

Where is the justice the rebuttal or the balance in this?
Where is the law-giver, the jury, or the betraying kiss?
The accuser or defense, the reason or context is remiss.
The simple direct and final solution is a missing bliss.

In the dark, alone, she cries again, her tears falling like acid rain, trailing tiny little licks of flame...

In the dark, alone, she cries again, her tears falling like acid rain, trailing tiny little licks of flame...
In the dark, isolated, I am silent again, my fists boiling like molten lead, dripping wrath's of mortal flame...


In the streetlamp glare, in the public's eye, I stand alone again, my heart aching like a rotten tooth, longing for a reason to make sure it never happen to her again...



~The Caleb Mac