Draining the Innocence
By Peter Scott
You asked me to relate
My hidden agenda
Displacing all attempts at fear
And releasing you from suspense
Was oddly quiet
In my abdication
Of this secret that now shakes your foundation
True
Time is a revelation of all
But were you ready?
Reflection too perfect
I startled you at the core
Deep within the depths you quested to hide
Cloaking doesn’t prove sufficient
Your disguise translucent as the hate
While pretending not to know
Your secret and not mine
I held this piece of identity
The inexperienced follower
You supposed to command
Herald of shadow’s profound
Now bow to desire
Allow the truth
Of understanding
To melt facades from your bones
Dare to practice stealth with me
Subsist on reality
Pride stemming from comprehension
And devotion
bequeathing to our personal means
Of satiation
Fain not dejection and erection
Channeling to destruction
Corroborate with me
On a private citadel
Existing naturally
On each other
Taste your private misgivings
And poison they breed
Situate the pain
In a secluded warehouse
The lights of night
Casting silhouettes
Yet still
Despite the effort
Decisions cling like seeds.
