BlackWinged Posted October 12, 2012 Posted October 12, 2012 He comes home late at night Barging into the house like he pays for it. I quickly turn out my light I try and hide myself as best as I could. He calls my name I am terrified I don't want to play his game anymore I quickly lock our bedroom door. He hears the click and begins to bang into it he begins to threaten me telling me to unlock I look at the clock 10 minutes to 9 I cant control myself this time. I fall to the floor bawling. He finally breaks down the door I prepare my nails to claw He pick me up as if I were as light as a dime. I can't remember anything after that fight All I can see is this blinding light I check my body and surpised to see no harm Not even anything wrong with my arm. I look down to see my husband buring something. Then I realize it was me. How can this possibly be? Now I can hear little bells chiming. Why cant I see? Why can I not believe that he murdered me? (Be honest about this one, I don't really like how it sounds.)
TheFallen Posted October 12, 2012 Posted October 12, 2012 You have a dark sense inside you. It actually makes your poems seem realistic
emochick234 Posted November 6, 2012 Posted November 6, 2012 yeah at first im like what are his games but towards the end i figured it out
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