January 11, 2006

She's shaking with fear
She's fallen to her knees
Begging, crying, please oh please..
He's taken his hands
Wrenched with hate and pain
And hits her, over and over again.

She screams
Telling herself it's not real
The bruises he leaves are imaginary.
Her heart sobs
As the pain continues to burn
And the fire signals it's her turn.

Revenge is sweet
He's hurt her for too long
She has to put him where he belongs.
In her desk
Her pistol hides awaiting remorse
This is her only course.

One night she awaits
For him to come home in a rage
She's been trapped too long in this cage.
He comes through the door
Searching for a chance to explode
Her with a pistol ready to load.

She hides in the corner
Listening to his screaming fit
"Where are you? You slut."
She closes her eyes
His footsteps are at the door
"Don't make me strangle you whore!"

For once
She feels no pain or fear
What she has to do is so clear.
She aims the gun
And then she pulls the trigger
With that her life flickers...

The nightmare is over
She destroyed her life herself
She would never take her pain out
On someone else...

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