You almost kill her everyday And revive her again To live with her pain And yours You sedate her Only because her screams shatter your ears With the agony of years Reduced to a mere whimper The screams are soothing like a needy prayer To the god that you want to be The next best thing To bringing her to her knees You don’t let her breathe on her own For free air has a way to go to one’s head And the word freedom makes you see red There are days When you nudge her awake Just enough For her to show you some love And put her back Before she starts to fake It must be expensive for you To keep her like this And to do everything for her Everything And to convince yourself that she is happy Comatose, lying in a bed, breathing on the machine, smiling when you want her to Almost angelic in that blue Ever thought of taking the goddess off the ventilator?
