One more Song By: Renee Barnhill I lay here in my bed listening to the radio, letting the music invade my soul. Hoping it will take away my fears. My Tears are falling down like rain. The higher the volume, the harder the tears fall. Music soothes the ramblings in my head; but tonight it isn't working. The memories are flooding through my head like a runaway train. In my mind I see his heavy body laying on mine threatening to crush the very life out of me. His manhood tearing away at my existance. Feeling his hot breath against my face telling me that I wanted this. Come on music I cry. Take these demons away. Please God let there be one more song. There it is the wonderous sound emerging from the instruments. Each with it's own story to tell; each with it's own personality. All coming together to make one glorious melody. I can feel the music taking apart the spider web I call a soul. Weaving in new threads of good, and taking out the bad ones. It's taking the demons; and placing them in the center as if it were a spider with it's prey. All this done with just a few simple steps from my hand. Putting on the headphones, turning on the music, and closing my eyes. Letting the Demons drift through the sound waves out into space where they belong.
Reason for writing:
I was raped a little while ago, and writing is away for me to exercise my demons from my soul.
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