Screaming into the abyss
Blackness born, his deadly kiss
Crystal tears land on her lips
Twisting realities; can’t believe
His heinous acts he conceived
Her love for him, he raped that need
Why would he ever do that to she?
Taking her body as he wished
Satisfying his pleasure as she was to resist
Plunging her into a past
One she thought to have taken care of ‘at last’
Deeds done as he always thought he’s number one
Evil is of what he’s done
Forgiveness she’ll never give
For, she doesn’t even want to live~~~
I, Rose, Amongst thorns 
Chilling….but at least you’re writing……
I’ve been writing for a lot of years….since a young child. It really is THE only way I keep SOME of my sanity about me. Expelling the negative to open the doors to something more positive. I do my best to deal with all the bad memories….and writing is the only way I know, that works.