Stolen

“Ahhh!”
I must scream
But only in my dreams does sound come out
For my was fight stolen long ago
By the man with no face
But I know his hands
They were cold
As they slid to the land of innocence
And stole it’s secrecy
In front of mine eye

“Haha!”
I must laugh
But only in my dreams does sound come out
For my joy was stolen long ago
By the man with no name
But I know his tongue
It burned
Like acid
Disintegrating my hopes for society
As it made it’s way from my person to my personality

“Wahhh!”
I must cry
But only in my dreams does sound come out
For my tears was stolen long ago
By the man with no soul
But I know his snake
It hurt
As it slithered
With forceful passion
Until it but down
And as the blood,
Defeated in its attempt to stay intact
Rolled over in anguish
The snake’s venom made its way to finish the deed