Daddy-God

This nightmare rips me awake
Repeatedly stabbing me
In piercing hatred, I quake
Under the blade, fearfully,
Again, it comes in innocence
And ends in childlike screams
And all good sense
Says it’s just a dream
But I’ve been murdered
A hundred times
And return uninterred
Into the same crime
I wake in the aching strain
Of knowing my little brood
Will suffer the same pain
Will be offered up as the same food
And wakefulness offers no relief
To the blade that devours
Will You sit by my bedside, my belief,
Through these dark, lonely hours?

I wander outside
To avoid this sleep
But there is nowhere to hide
From the company I keep.