It is 347 and I cant sleep its been 6 months and your voice still haunts my dreams
The way you would back every word with a slap and a swift attack to the abdomen
I hear your name and it is like salt water pouring over my bare skin after bathing in broken glass and needles
I close my eyes to ease the pain but then I see your face I feel your touch I cant escape you
Its almost as if I can feel the blood running through the veins pushing to the surface of your neck as you used your force to keep me down
Your ears shut of f to my screams of pain and terror
You thriving off the pain as I tried to fight back and you loving the feel of the blood dripping from your arms, neck, and face
You thrust once, twice, three times and I cannot help but cry
you whisper even more pain into my ears
you tell me there is nothing anyone can do for me now and that if I tell anyone you will kill me
you laugh as if to say you have won and i use the tears as a flag waving surrender
its 422 and I cant sleep it has been 2 years and your voice still haunts my dreams
