Sammee
Shes’s Breathless.
The light is dark, and the Air cries a wrenching scream
Tossing and turning in her Coffin
She Sleeps and She dreams
Sitting High on a Oak Tree, He watches Sammee
Lose herself, in the midst of a still moment
Where Judas spat on her soul and she let the stain Live
Let it grow and spread along her white skirt, it drips
On to the carpet and on to the walls
It Lives among the family, a walking corpse
It lies in bed with her, sings to her
And He watches as she gets weaker
Waiting for Sammee to breakaway from her
He calls Sammee, but she is surrounded by soulless shrieks she doesn’t listen
The windows are shut tight, decaying fumes trap her mind, blurring her vision
She’s Breathless as she sits behind them,
Blindly reaching out, her fingers are short of his shoulder
And before she can say His Name, it devours her senses
She smiles wickedly, vengeance like she’s wearing lenses
It controls her because Terror engorges her mind
That she cannot live without her.
That if she leaves, she cannot hide, the Yellow Light might burn her
He asks Sammee for Forgiveness, Thy Almighty
She cries for Mercy, heinous lamentation, She asks to end this confederation
She moans in her dream, and wakens
Basked in maternal adoration, She begins the demon’s cremation.
She takes another look at Love
It smiles.
With hands shaking, she steps out of her coffin and signs the divorce papers
Freeing herself to be Samme Subra once more.
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