One more

One more chance

One more lie

One more threat

There is always another so that the cycle is never truly broken

You throw a punch your eyes glowing with a sadistic glare

She stays there taking punches quaking in fear

The quarrel will never end because she likes the pain

But everyone dies 

She just died from the joy that kills

The blood stained hands tell stories of despair

And leaves an overwhelming atmosphere near

She was never truly dead

Because she never truly lived

She stands tall by herself

But you make her small to make sure 

That she will never have

One more....

Author's Note

It was 1:27AM when I wrote this