X The Bells Last Chime X

The clock strikes 12:00 the bells
so weak so frail but they ring the sorrowful chime
to know his hate is always there

Your worthless! Your nothing!
His words so hurtful and tight

I hate you go die
he always thinks hes right

Don't look at me that way i hate you
don't you understand

But shes caught up in this hateful land.

She'll run into her room and try to drown out all her cries
but sweetie all he'll want to do is fill your head with lies

Don't think he'll always hate you hate you with his might
But honey one hopeful day you'll fill him up with fright

He will walk into your room, blood across your floor
then he'll see you sitting their behind your closet door

The slits of hatred and fear upon your wrist
The knife has cut deep down this time
But then he'll cradle you in his arms
the bells have lost their touch, no chime

The sorrow that the bells just rang at 12 ' O clock last night
the day he lost his hate for you is the day hell hold you tight

---------------------------------------------------------------------------This poem is dedicated to Aunabeth and what shes gone through shes still strong ans she keeps me strong to

"The bells last chime"