Abused

The frost begins to grow,

The sun becomes low,

Everything looks so bright,

No one else is in sight.

Monsters lurk around corners,

Feeding themselves off of mourners,

Icicles begin to form,

As you bring a thunderstorm.

You chase me down a country lane,

Grabbing and screaming that I am insane,

I manage to get away,

Until I slip on ice now your here to stay.

I feel as the air turns to mist,

As my stomach makes contact with your fist,

You lift me by the throat,

My body begins to bloat.

I can never be the same again,

All because of your disdain,

You’re hatred for your flesh and blood,

Ground my face right into the mud.

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