Nights

After the night must come
the next day
when out in the sun
the truth finally lays.
The men aren't the same
-like Jekyll and Hyde-
and they place the blame
on her soul as it dies. 

The sun has revealed
(with certainty)
and what the night concealed
at last is seen.
And hearts are crushed
by a hammer's swing
though skin was flushed
by pleasuring.

The night cuts chains
it kills off dreams. 
The stabs of pain 
release the screams
of innocence lost
and fresh blood shed...
was it worth the cost
to see sheets stained red?

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