The way it ought to be...

She yearned,
for something to numb the pain,
the agony of knowing.
If only just for a shortened while.
They said:
"Knowledge,
it's power",
but what power was there in knowing
what she had done,
really done...
All that she was truly responsible for?

She ached for something,
to take away the regret.
To make her forget.
Because there was a beauty,
and a wonder,
more than bliss.
In being ignorant,
oblivious to the blood
stained on her hands.

It was the ease,
the natural simplicity
with which,
she could lay her head,
upon a pillow,
close her eyes and fall
(drifting swiftly)
and sleep would come.
With the stars and fade away
with the rising sun.
The way it ought t be...

Mystique xxxx