The annoying sound of his voice echoing in
my dark room. His tenor voice whispering my
name, makes my body shiver
I'm going to kill it! I'm going to kill
Holding a firm, glistening, sharp, blade of
his demise. I dare his eyes to
follow the silhouette of my body, his cold crack hands to
pull back my covers, or grab me tightly.
He will feel this Ginsu knife causing his
gooey, thick, wet blood trickle freely, from his body.
Oh Freedom! Oh Freedom!
I told my mom about him. About how he comes into my room
How could she believe him? Just because you love him doesn't
mean he won't hurt me! Mom, I need you, to hear me. It should be
over him not him over
Her maternal instinct should rise to be my savior, especially when he leaves her bed
Or should I just fade, into the background of her mind for the man she longed for.
This Ginsu knife, my knight and shining armor, my savior,
must be tuck away
My darkness filled room, begins to slowly take back it color.
The intensity of my muscles began to loosen.
Oh Freedom over me!
But there will always be another night,
He may come