Abuse...?

Disclaimer: I have never been abused. This is just taken from a dark place in my mind.

Fever of a thousand degrees,
The wind that whistles through the trees,
Lightning that rattles my window pane,
Tears that fall like a winter rain.

Black eyes, and red teeth,
I can’t breathe anymore, you see,
My blood is on your hands,
But you still won’t change your painful plans.

Your plot thickens with each day,
Angrier with every word I say,
And in my world of black and gray,
I am beginning to fade away.

You say you love me in the end,
But still you refuse to bend,
And with every step you take,
I am bending and soon will break.

The seams are torn at the side,
My primal instinct to live has died,
My worst nightmare is you, my dear,
You are my everlasting fear.
 

Reviews

[ashley]

I really like this. I wouldn't call this "abuse...?" I think "Everlasting fear" works better, personally. It's fantastic, though. 10/10 definitely.

[Crazy Cat Man]

this is a scary poem and its even scarier that u can write this experience from never being abused. thats talent right there. Great job :D