The Bad Man

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Heart beats fast, roses gone into ash.

How to carry the strength, bravery torn to shreds.

Pride just the only thing left. Blood, war, the gore and glory of the battle begins to crumble.

The walls fall apart. Feelings hurt, the kmife falls to the ground.

The birds sounds, chirping all around, the forest takes me in. Nighttime begins to set, how I don't become the threat. The dark welcomes me in, cold bony fingers brush across my skin.

The nightmare falls into place. The cold bony fingers burn against my flesh. I become bruised my white, snow white skin is not the same. Blood splattered all over like paint.

We never talked about that, apologied for your beast like eyes, but I'll never for give you.

I remeber when you were 16 and all we ever did, all we ever did was walk along the London shore. Walk around me with me because you never wanted to be alone. I hate the feeling of being alone, would you please come hold my hand my dear?

I was a old school girl, playing on the telly box, can't believe you would want to spend that time with me. It one of my most cherished moments.

I still can't sleep at night, I stay up as long as I can to keep away the bad man. Stay away from me! You are the one who brings me the nightmares, stay away! Get away from me you monster! All you do is only hurt me..

Please stay away, you almost stabbed my heart, you are nothing to me. You are no father, you were dead to me long ago! You sick bastard, I never despised anyone so much for, but you deserve it. I wish you had killed me in the lake when I fell in. I would have drowned and went straight to heaven with Jack right by my side.

I stay away from everyone, keep them at a length. I'm just afraid of being used. Would you walk around with me, when you were 16? That's all we ever did to keep away the bad man who hides underneath his mask. But when the chance is given, he will strike like a snake, tear me apart just like a lion, becomes a scavanger to lick up all the scraps of my

Dead body, I want to be crawling. Morning comes I'm finally free! Was that all just a dream? I look down at my skin, flesh torn and bruised, I think I know what happened now..

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⏰ Última actualización: Nov 08, 2015 ⏰

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