Bring Her on and Let Her Scream
Her voice is hoarse and
her throat is sore.
Yet, she doesn’t know
if he is listening to her.
She cannot continue.
She can only hope, pray,
that he heeds what she has screamed.
Night will repeat her words,
until she is satisfied.
Her voice is hoarse;
she grows weary
of repeating herself,
again and again.
She knows her heart,
knows what it is she wants.
She grows weary
of the chorus that tells her
they know what’s best.
They maintain that they
can see how she will grow.
But they insist upon
ignoring the words
she keeps repeating.
Her throat is sore.
While the Night will repeat
her words until she is heard,
there is a price.
Night asks a boon,
and steals a little more of her
each time he fails to understand.
It is only fair.
Every time he fails to hear her,
it breaks her heart a little more.
Her voice is hoarse
and her throat is sore.
Her words go unheeded,
as poison spins in his brain.
He knows her well,
but his vision is clouded.
The chorus has fed him lies.
And still her screams are ignored.