My Story
Contributed by
shesakillerqueen
on
Tuesday, 2nd August 2005 @ 01:24:09 AM in AEST
Topic:
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This is a story quite unpleasant to read
But a story that so needs to be told
A tale of two lovers, one young and naďve
The other one, wiser, more cold
Its starts on a lovely, rain drenched night
When the stars graced the sky with their shine
The geese, for the winter, had just taken flight
And the summer was a thing left behind
Her name is unknown, but not important anyway
And his, well lets just keep it between us
But she’d been neglected and ignored (‘till that day)
In search, of the solution to an unrequited love
So she found him at the park, sitting, all alone
Softened by the twilights velvet haze
He promised her love like she’d never been shown
And warmth, all the rest of her days
So she followed him loyally, all the long year
Through the thick and the thin, and the strained
And he sang to her, lyrics she so longed to hear
Of sweetness and affection, all without shame.
She was too blind to see, that his sugar coated love
Was like candy, unhealthy, and unreal
And so the first time he hit her, she thought nothing of
This new fear she was beginning to feel.
It went on this way for a while and then more
Like a drizzle, that makes rain and then a flood…
And she clung, clung to him, like she never had before
Afraid to lose, even though he thought nothing of spilling her blood
So the pain became worse, and still worse every day
Until she simply couldn’t stand it any longer
She knew she had to get out, she had to run away
the fear in her rising as he grew increasingly stronger.
But when she stepped towards the door, no man in sight
He appeared like death, to reclaim her
And he said, in that voice that gave winged demons flight
“Where’re you going?”, and who could have blamed her?
she stood for a moment, paralyzed with fear,
and then ran to this side, and that
but he was quick and unstoppable, his breath stank of cheap beer
and he gathered his resolve and then spat
she turned to the backdoor, hoping, praying to god
that she could somehow just, get away
but he caught her, with a single step, and she let out a sob
a wail, for this fine she must so unfairly pay
she struggled like a woman insane, kicking, and screaming,
but her screams were as still and silent as glass
as he broke her and bruised her, she felt as though she were dreaming
and felt also as though no time had passed..
and then it was over, he stood and walked satisfactorily, out of the dimly lit room
it was dark, and unfeeling, and frightening
and morosely, She thought…
for the death of her innocence, he had forged a lovely tomb.
So she lay there, on the soft eggshell carpet, of that small bedroom floor
And thought of the man, whom she had once called “the one”
And with this thought in her mind, she whispered, with heartfelt sorrow
“my darling, my darling….what have you done?”
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