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Rated: E · Poetry · Personal · #1531760
this is one of the first things I wrote it means alot to me.
Laying here.
Naked and ashamed.
Cold and alone.
Weak and helpless.
Broken a misused toy to a sick addiction.
How?
How can you be so cold so callus?
So devoid of the trace of humanity I swore  I'd seen in you before.
I hear you stumble into the room.
I freeze.'
One wrong move and I fear my life will be taken by the Wrath that chills me to the bone.
Sit up you command I obey.
Sitting here in the constant cold that seems to admit from your very soul.
I feel your rough hand's caressing my frail pale body.
I feel the sick coming up from the deepest part of me.
You turn my face to you, lean in with your fatal kiss.
I turn my mouth from you.
You mummer your amusement and my subtle hint of difiance
You kiss my neck
I scream in Silence
All that follows is a blur of pain
My innocence is gone.
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