I cannot close my eyes,
I might see something I despise,
it comes to me in dreams,
all you can hear is my screams.
I’ve always blamed myself,
like the toy left to rot on the shelf,
it was really all your fault,
you where the one who’d assault.
I couldn’t have stopped you,
you where ten foot two,
the sheer joy on your face,
was enough to scare the human race.
My mind will always take me back,
to those hateful attacks,
I will hear your voice in my head,
until the moment I am pronounced dead.