Forcing to sleep, slumber deep.
Unwanted touch and stare from I forever weep.
The moon rises and so do his rugged hands
The slurs of speaking tongues of an evil man.
Out the window is the free
And, yet I am still awake in my sleep.
Inception, I am haunted.
Glued to cement floor and strapped to the polls
You hold me there and taunt with knives
I scream in desperation but no one remorse by cries.
I am strong but in your shadow a victim at hand
Dragging me through the night
With paralyzing fright.
You leave these scars on what was my blank canvas
My blood ran fast becoming cold and slow
All because of not letting go.
I awake in the light alone and cold, unwanted
With your face in vivid sight
I am eternally haunted.

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