"Past the Line"
© 2001 Allen G. Long

He has me down
Its gone past the line
He was so beautiful
Now blackness shines
Where his eyes used to be
His hands, his legs, his mouth
In my mind, I am powerful
In reality, boys will be boys
I am ashamed to be me
He has made me sick to be me
This changes everything
This is past the line
A theif has come to take
Something he can never get
But he does take something
Oh yes
Something I'll never get back
It hurts
Its past the line
It hurts
It hurts
Its past the line
And its my fault
My failure for not being able to let him KNOW
How much this can Hurt
My fault
Not to be able to stop
The chaos spilling over
Past the line
His hands, his legs, his mouth
Are breaking through
Every barrier I throw up
Every attempt and excuse I make
To say this isn't happening
And I feel worthless
Cause I am scared and I want
To surrender rather than fight
Then I feel something break
I can't say if it is outside
Or inside of me
I can not be sure
But I feel it and I
Surrender
I am now in a place
His arms, his hands, his mouth
Can not touch me here
Down in the blackness
Swimming with strange fish
Drifting away
Drifting away
Way down deep
Going deeper
Deeper
My outstretched hand
Falling
Past the line