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Blood drips slowly from her swollen cherry lips as she looks up from the floor where she lay.
An evil smile crosses her face not quite reaching her red flaked green eyes.
He knew how to hit a woman. He must of done this many times before, but had he ever crossed a woman that knew how to take a hit? She thought this over in her mind as he came in closer, no doubt to strike her yet again.
She dared not to flinch away, she would not show weakness to this animal. She licked the droplets of blood off her split lip and savored the taste.
Something within her came alive at that moment, something that had lain dormant in her for so many years. A darkness so twisted, so sick that even the most vile of men would condemn her as insane.
The stranger had plans, she could see it in his stance. He stood over her, his legs spread the width of his shoulders.
Yes, he had come here to make her another victim. He would take her against her will, if she couldn’t stop him.
He reached out his hand, grasping her hair, wrenching her to a standing position. As he snarled into her ear some words she couldn’t comprehend over the putrid smell of liquor the filled all her senses.
She wanted to strike at him then. To rip and tear out his eyes from their sockets,but patience was key. She had to allow him the false sence of having the upper hand.
He hit her backhanded across the cheekbone causing a shear of pain to go crushing across her skull. She stayed silent.
He spun words of hatred around her as he pushed her against the wall of the dim dank room. Her skin touching the wet cold feel of what appeared to be concrete.
Her mind had drifted, back to another place and time, when her father would come home drunk and this wouldn’t be much different than her childhood memories.
That was then, however, and things had changed when her father had “accidentally” fallen from the roof. She had been helping him clean the gutters that day. Such a sickening sound his head had made when it hit the sidewalk. Kind of like a melon dropping onto pavement on a hot summer day. That sucking, popping, splat sound.
She smiled, and the rather large man struck her harder, ripping her dress in the same motion. Blood covered her chest, the iron smell mixing with liquor, sweat and a hit of mildew.
It wasn’t until he started to grop at he breast that reality seemed to take hold. This man was touching her like he had all the right in the world. He would have to pay, and pay dearly he would.
Looking around the room she saw nothing to aid her in her escape. She had only one options, and the evil gleamed in her eyes once again.
She began to laugh spewing blood from her badly damaged mouth, as the man took this as encouragement, he began moving his way around her body.
She looked at his exposed neck and grinned wickedly, and with one fluent motion she bit into his neck ripping at his jugular vein with every ounce of rage, hate, anger and passion that she could muster from within her beaten body.
The man was completely taken by surprise. He stumbled and grabbed at his gushing wound, in a faint hope of stopping the blood flow.
She saw his desperation and attached once again, knocking him to his back. She climbed on top of him pushing his hands away and again she ripped into his neck with animalistic vengeance. Pieces of flesh hung from her mouth as she dangled the fresh meat above the mans face.
Blood went from a gush to a stream before finally the light vanished from the mans eyes and he laid motionless, dead.
She laughed, got up and walked out into the night as if nothing had ever happened.
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She walks around at night haunting the very place she hates the most, although she isn’t dead, heart spirit has long ago left her broken.
So many years of love,of life, lost to holding on to a fantasy that never was meant to be left her without hope, without promise of a future.
Her destiny forever tied to this run down, decrepit place that she once called home.
Now there was no escape. The walls were caving in around her, threatening to bury her in solitude.
So many questions she needed, wanted, desired answers to, but it was all in vain for he was gone now. Crossed over to the other side. Took his on life like a coward in the night, instead of answering a few simple questions.
Tonight she would join him once again, her soul already gone, left with a numb existence, she would end her suffering.
As she climbed the castle stairs to the attic, she looked around one last time, hoping to find one happy shred to cling to, sadly she found none.
In the attic she fastened a noose, stood at the window overlooking the waves crashing against the cliffs below and silently, she became the real ghost of the seaside manor.
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The razor slashes one more time..
Leaving crimson flowing from veins so fine..
Down my arm into my palm ..
As I read the somber phasm..
So many word left unspoken, left me here to feel so broken ..
How can one find the light when only darkness fills their sight..
Reach out, reach out, that’s what they say but how do you reach out when you don’t know what made you this way..
Hopelessness seems the running route, dispire the close second bout..
If I came to you and begged for help could you be the one to show me the way out…
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Come to me in darkness, let me be your guide, come to me in darkness let it be your bride.
Come join me here where shadows hide, and only time we have to bide.
Here in this darkness there are no fears, cry if you must, no one will see your tears.
Beautiful darkness you never fail, your soft suttle embrace is a magical escape.
Come join me in darkness all who need peace for here in this darkness there is only release.
Wrap yourself in this blanket closed off from the world, here your free and don’t have to face it all.
Take a break, rest your tired head, no more worries, just like going to bed, no monsters in your closet, no demons in your head, only the peaceful darkness that protects you from what lies ahead…
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Would it matter if I called out your name..
Or would it all be done in vain..
You know I can feel your pain..
Would you still hide from me out of shame..
I can help you through the bad times..
Show you how to find the good times..
Put a smile upon your face to take that sad ones place..
But would it even matter that I can do these things for you..
These are the things that I can do..
And I’m willing to do them for you..
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It’s almost 3a.m. and I know I should be in bed but I’m sitting here thinking about all the things you said,
You broke my heart that day long ago when our baby died, the one who died before we got the chance to ever know, but still you said you had to go..
Why was it that you turned your back on me that day, was she really so important that you couldn’t stay..not even for that one tragic day..
You never loved me that’s easy to see but why does it still have to hurt to be me..
Through all the years the pain stayed hidden like some dark secret my mind had forbidden, but now that a new dawn has risen, my mind is work through everything like a prism ..
Even her in this darkness where I lay crying my mind has light beams of memories that make me feel like dieing..
So now that you know how my night is going I hope you’re happy with the new life you have glowing, you’re boasting and bragging to all that you meet that you’re living your dream while mine crumble at my feet
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I hate boredom ..it gives my mind too much time to wander and lately I’ve been getting the flashes of violent images in my mind again.
there usually always the same..blood flowing from my wrist in dark ruby pools of warmth.
I can almost taste the iron coppery sweetness in my mouth.. it actually makes saliva form in my mouth thinking of the bittersweet taste..
Yes, I crave blood.. why..I don’t know. I always have for as long as i can remember anyway.
I know this isn’t `normal’ but its my addiction.. my turn on..even my passion ..if I cut..it’s my motivation.. even my sexual pleasure..
I know I am a freak..hell I wear the label with pride..
I’ve had my mind twisted, turned and tortured til there’s nothing left to be a surprise.. I’ve seen things in my life no ordanary person would dream of..things that nightmares are made of but nightmares are my fairy tales ..
So when I close my eyes to blink, think, or maybe even try to sleep ..the blood will flow it’s beautiful crimson glow..
So where should we start today,after I’ve laid my life out on display..
Shall I stand in the town square, for all of you to sit and stare..
Or would it serve a better purpose to load your hands with stones, so you can all throw them at me as you sit upon your throwns..
‘Tis true I carry a burden but to me its only certain that these sins I’ve cast upon me are not to much to bare..
You see there are those people who look down on me simply for my decision to keep the child I admire..
Then we have the others who aren’t against single mothers but they sit and judge and hold a grudge from things I did out of dispair..
I am not writing for pity or sympathy, I don’t even deserve your empathy, but if this reaches just one soul, maybe i won’t feel alone in this hole.
I’ll build you up..
I’ll tear you down..
Rip your heart out..
Leave it on the ground..
I’ll claw your back ..
Scratch you deep..
Let your blood start to seep..
Lick my lips in anticipation..
I’ll pull you close..
Hold you tight..
Bite your neck with all my might..
I’ll eat you up..
You’ll start to love..
The theshhold of pain I push you above…
Once your hooked..
I’ll keep you booked..
Cause I just love how helpless you look..
But in the end you’ll find..
The secret that I hide..
All these things that I do..
I’ll only do them..
JUST FOR YOU..
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