starrynite1226

The Story of Me
2001-09-10 03:34:19 (UTC)

more crap

A single drop of blood splatters the linoleum floor
And she wonders why…
He looks at her with empty cold cruel eyes
Clenched fist and tense jaw

She lives now, in this moment
Nervous eyes
Shaking limbs
Aware of every movement
Every breath

She hears the words his lips speak
Her body wants to trust them
But her mind won’t let her

His arms are cold and steely
And she shudders against them
Tighter he envelops her
His kisses feel like sandpaper

How much longer? She questions
She receives no answer
For her soul has already been murdered
And she merely exists in a body
Belonging to no one