He whispers sweet nothings coldly and blindly Chaining you down, cutting off all flow, He pays no mind to the echoing screams... Screams banishing the mind of the might. He continues to rip you, punches at a sound, Rides and rides, slowing not down Pulls out the blade, drawing it near, Fearing you'll scream, cuts you slightly Crying forever you fear for the end, Wishing you hadn't of traveled this night. Pushing up he rides on, Taking your innocence, your hope is gone He flees when he's finished leaving you unmoving, Thoughts empty; mouth shivering. They find you in the morning, half-dead, half-awake There’s nothing to help you, just the lies that they bring Go through the day’s blind and not hearing, You see only him, hear only you Flashbacks of red, puddles of blue, nothing to do, nothing to say... Just the hope that your baby reaches a better day.Birth sign: Scorpio
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