With sweet words and gifts
They were sweet I couldn’t drift
For some reason it did uplift
With wounds I was left
Soon in my inner circle he was
Was comfortable without dramas
My decisions with bias
Him on top of seas
This fateful day
I remember like it’s today
The day he took it away
It was on a holiday
Others were away playing
Me in my room crying
Was groaning no one listening
No one nursing
I remember the cold hands
The gripping hands
The black cold hands
The strong hands
Him closing my mouth
It’s no lie it’s a sooth
He swore by the teeth
If I spoke it will be death
Blood flowed
Sheets became red
My ego was diced
I felt damned
That wasn’t the best
He offered the worst
History is the rest
As I lay without rest
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