Torturer

by Brittiny   Jan 8, 2008


I scream in the night, as my blood red tears come pouring out. my torturer not hearing my cries or pleads, just sitting there watching me bleed. this sight is one i cant stand to watch as blood rolls down my hands. i can feel my light dimming and my torturer is laughing. i take one last look and come to see my torturer ................ is really only me

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