It's black with red in sight.
Can you see it?
The black turns to pale skin.
Can you see it?
The blood puddles to a pool of memories of your dad.
Can you see it?
Red and blue, blue and red lights are heard miles away.
Can you see it?
A warmth is in greedy touch on your lips.
Can you see it?
You feel the blood flow from you, and a passion of pain.
Can you see it?
The ground is cold, but hot to your hardened heart.
Can you see it?
Silence tells you all the dirty secrets.
Can you see it?
Dark hateful eyes look down into you with lust.
Can you see it?
Your heart pounds slowly, as his other pounds faster.
Can you see it?
There's water in your lungs from the crash of cold water.
Can you see it?
The memory won't go away.
Can you see it?
The chains aren't breaking.
Can you feel me?
A scream rips through your body whole, just as he did.
Can you hear me?
The river is below. There's no mirror tonight. The dark is deeper then his eyes. There's
no bottom to reach. The pain of a needle enters your stomach. No more butterflies will flutter with a white passion for your clouded, sun rising dreams. He ruined you inside and out.
I let go of the edge. There's no one to catch me. The old bridge moves away. The wind is
bitter with the taste of acid I had taken. There's red rimmed around my eyes. There's blood dripping in the water. I wait for the crash I've been waiting for. A new bruise is made and a chain tightens around my waist. There's no one to catch me. I want my river, but I can't escape his iron arms.
He's getting back at his son, my lover. A ripping is felt, I can't scream. He's in me again.
There's no one to catch me. A pill, a rusted chain digging homes in my neck, is forced down my dry cracked throat. The lights go out around me. I can barely hear my raping. Then the nightmare starts again. It's black with red in my sight...
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