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[madamehekate]

I look at you and I see red
I picture you and you are dead
I think things that cant be said
abuse has kept my fury fed
I dream of bledshed when I sleep
Jagged nightmares slicing deep
wounds of anguish, mine to keep,
engulf my body as I weep
enclosed by darkenss in fear I shout
pounding the walls to find the way out
trapped within a cage of doubt
no longer with, no longer without.
I will see you to your rest
slowly and painfully at best
denying you your last request
vengance brewing in my breast.