How many times did i tell you the story of my past?
How many times did i tell you what happened was not my choice?
How many times did i tell you why i need the things i ask of you?
You started the fight before being polite
You crossed the line far too many times
What you said was disgusting and vicious
A malicious attack of anger
A vindictive eruption of wrath
Take my skies of blue and paint them with storm clouds
A roar of thunder echoing from the devil himself
Claps of lightning bring flashbacks
How it felt living with a monster on the hunt
Where i was his only prey, tortured alive
[2/21/2022]
