Viola cries herself to sleep,
each night because of me.
The things I have shared with her,
it seems have darkened all her dreams.
I watch her has she'll toss and turn,
and whimper in the night.
All because the things I've done,
she knows I'm just not right.
Ive shared with her the ways I hurt,
for she has felt the pain.
Though she has never said a word,
she knows that I'm insane.
Not a normal man you see,
would keep her locked up tight.
Chained for all my wickedry,
a slave for me at night.
Locked away in a room of horrors,
kept just for myself,
Viola knows I love her so,
she cant be shared with no one else.
I'll always keep her to close to me,
another person she wont see.
Thats the reason,
has to be.
She cries herself to sleep...
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/viola-cries/
