Twisted Mind

I sit in the corner of my mind, huddled in fetal position

The sickest of thoughts going through my mind like a deadly intention

Terrified of what's to come next as he forces himself on me

As I lay crying I find the sickest you could possibly see

I can't breath or scream out names of help

As he begins pounding chest on chest that felt

Like lighting spliting a tree

What is it...can you not hear my screams?

Can you not feel it comming down on you like laser beams?

Or did you stop and listen to see where it's comming from?

To me now your no more than a bum.

Reviews

[Bette]

wow this is very good, sad but great