Cutting Off The Cord Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

One last visit from your son at the hospital.
Then it is time to go into hiding.
Not for you, but them.
A hold over others.
Is it love that brings us so much torture, so much pain?
Protection provided from across the states.
A distance that forever aches.
Knowing no contact or location.
Freedoms surrendered, so that others can go on living.
Not to worry.
No looking behind us to see someone else's ghost.
A haunting of nothing more then empty pictures.
Hidden in a desk, along with all the notes you wrote.
They don't know, the film was not yet developed.
Now with a turn of a key, and the lifting of a hidden panel underneath I can flip through those pictures of an old life.
This place is still like living in a dream.
A fabrication of my own making.
From the job, to the family history.
All alone but hopefully not forgotten.
The rules are cruel.
But we have a child, and it was what we both wanted.
Better not to be blackmails victim.
Murder on a chain.
One pull and see who comes running.
A born destruction.
One day, one day this will be all over.
Until then, messages will be relayed and coordinated directly through those of a anonymous network with no central location.
Because these memories are all have to sleep at night right now.
And it is just not enough.