Lamb at the Slaughter

Today once again I was given the shock of my life
Worse than having my heart ripped out
With the dull blade of a knife

My apologies were repaid with hatred and dismissal
I was left in the dust, still ever so humble
Shattered to pieces and praying for a miracle

It will take hundreds though to fix this re-broken dream
And all it has built inside me
Is a growing urge to scream

On this day I asked for forgiveness
My prayers were all but answered
I was a fool thinking she'd accept my simple plea
That's why she killed me, cause I cared

Slowly dying by the minute
I no longer feel secure
Those hateful words inside my head
Remind me of myself, so immature

The clock seems frozen in time
Staring at the second hand as it makes its course
I'm begging God "Let this day end!"
For he's my one faithful source

He keeps me joyful in hope
And patient in affliction
As she kicks me when I'm down
Of her own volition

I tried giving her the benefit of the doubt
But every time she misjudged me
And each chance I gave her another
She reaped only personal bounty

My pity goes out to her mother
Pretty girl who considers no other
That's Mrs. Butler's daughter
Leaving me helpless...
Like a lamb at the slaughter

~Anthony Joyce