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You Shall Not Kill Me

Poetry By: CursedHeart

He can try to destroy her, but he will never succeed.

Submitted:Dec 23, 2008    Reads: 89    Comments: 7    Likes: 4   

Your fists may leave their mark of blue on my cheek

Your sharpened nails may draw blood from my body

Your binding ropes may chafe and slice through my skin

Your arms may be capable of lifting me off the ground

Your strength may throw me against the wall

Your faceless rage may leave me broken, and cold.


But I am not dead.


The blue on my cheek is a mark of my resistance

The blood, dry on my clothes, is the color of my anger

The cuts on my skin are proof that I can survive

The moment I am lifted from the ground, I am free

The moment I hit the wall, I shall stand

My body may be broken, but I am strong


And I am not dead.


My fists will unclench as I aim for my target

My sharpened nails will wrap around the trigger

My ropes that bound me for so long will lie lose on the floor

My arms will be filled with the determination of a warrior

My strength will be that of a million abused

My faceless rage will leave you, broken and cold.


And I will not be dead.


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