The gush of the Solar System, the deafening crash goes silent just like that.....it's over. The ride of write, the listened tether, the ink in feather, to complete what only nothing proves, darkness intrudes.
As if the flush of aborted life, caused to much strife, the death was unbeknownst.
The violent struggle, a tangled web, the lies grew into disguised, a mask of survive, the rubble torn mind, a hiding fight, noise gave sound too might.
Taller one must know, forget their words enhance the form, the chain in barrel, a snake scare coiled fright, the repetitious began to balance better clarity, increased sight, no glass despair, the felt brought no dare, fifty-two pickup takes twice.
That proof? Never wait, double check, a safe distance will be provide to never dance and always know.
The cold concrete, the pebble burrows, in my back, I rack!!
The pain today, agony long lasts, moments ago, it shows!!
Beaten for price, belts buckled, across my back, knees go black, the bruises under skin of clothes, the nervous tension did have toes, curled -up in rooms with droves, congregations flack.
Story told, breakfast rolled, denial smug, no eyes to blight, just another bread and butter fork and knife,
the spoon did scoop, the restaurant napkin held my throat, the guttural reaction did not work.
This time had passed, older no wiser, just dumb to facts, that my stepfather never seemed to lack.
If I was given charge to do it, he spoke...it would be done.
Bitter chill of heard, alarms alarmed I also reared, directly out of place in sat, that face of hatred, red scathed, came from behind and choked me to the wood grained floor, the thread bearen oriental carpet snare.
All for one and one is done, breathing crazed, I blare!!!
Murder is murder, a statute of life, the scores of marked ravaged beatings, the slammings against bolted door, the misses, the hits, the aims, the strangling, you did what you did and it is just not right, this body will prove your guilty, whether I'm dead or alive or you kill this site.
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