His cold hands,
Run across my face.
I search for kindness in his eyes,
But I find no trace.

One hand grips my throat,
The other tears my shirt.
He see's the pain in my eyes,
He wants to see me hurt.

He enjoys my pain.
The pain comes with no reprieve.
I loved and trusted him,
too easily he deceives.

The next thing i realized,
At my throat I could feel,
The sharp edge,
Of the knifes cold steel.

Hurt, scared, invisible.
Someone help me, please.
Bleeding, crying, shaking,
This pain, he wants to see.

He's done. Finally.
A mix of blood and tears,
Running down my face,
Lying alone, screaming here.

He's not here anymore.
But his face still haunts my dreams.
I don't sleep anymore.
In darkness, nothing is as it seems.