Her
Terror
Then the
senses rage and you’re in a cage
Consequences
are minor sequences and there’s no penance
Temper is
the mist that makes emotion king
Love’s
dissolution, shouting and screaming
Who’d you
see in your front view?
Gentle,
trusting eyes engulfed in tears, struck by a lightning blow?
Victim to
you is prey, bleeding and kneeling to pray
Shrieking
in terror, the cracks weren’t play
A glance
in the mirror witnesses a devil
Weakness
your cowardice embracing evil
Your
commitment to love and cherish
Now a
defunct and irrelevant wish
From a
hand on the Bible to shattering the band
It wasn’t
meant to be survival of a wicked hand
Violent
explosion was her soul in convulsion
You’re
damned for eternity as a domestic violent felon
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