Put away your mercy and tools of perfect persuasion <br />Don't hold me here against my will on this oh so ordinary occasion <br />My secrets lie within me, there they shall stay until my grave <br />you're smothering the feelings to which i've become my own slave. <br />this chain and ball around me pull me underneath the water <br />Now you lead me like a lamb, by the hand to the slaughter <br />Innocent and naive what have i done to deserve this? <br />your grace is my death and i know i cannot escape it <br />you are so far away, how am i supposed to believe? <br />in something so unimaginable that i can't even see. <br />The water's turning darker; my veins are running full and fast <br />waiting to spill out of them is the anguish of my past. <br />Teardrops make no music and crying leaves no stain <br />The silence is an untraceable disguise for all my pain.<br /><br />Emily Myers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lamb-to-the-slaughter/
