Lets take you home
You’re way to drunk to drive
I sober you up 
And let you take a nap
As you begin to awake
You notice you’re in the bathroom
And I’m lying beside you
The bathtub is filled with hot water
I pick you up by your collar
And you begin to panic
I kneel you 
And pin your hand to your back with my knees
I take the back of your head
And dunk it into the tub
A shriek escapes your lips
And I feel satisfied
I pull your head back up

You’re crying
And holding your face
It beginning to burn
And peel 
I walk towards the sink 
Grab the tube of toothpaste
Throw you on the ground
Hold your hand to your chest
And shove the tube
Down your throat forcefully

Your beginning
To choke
You can scratch my face
And squirm
But you slowly begin to choke
Once the moving stops 
I get up and admire my work
I spit in your face
That’s beginning to turn blue
Grab my car keys 
And leave













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Dear baby in my womb
Do not be scared
Of what im going to do

For you see Life revolves around one thing
Its called destiny

Yours is to be born
Mine is to be gone

I’m not ready to be a mom
Or ready to say I love you

I’m not sure who’s your dad
Cause I was raped and abandoned

But you’re a miracle of life
Who should be worshiped?

Don’t be scared about the blade
That’ll tare your little home apart
 
You’ll be okay
Just premature

I’ve already made a phone call
They should be here soon

I hope you cry 
So they can find you















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Once upon a time there was love in the air
 Then it took a dark and twisted path to screaming and terror

Bickering became a routine
And physical pain became a constant thing

Until the fear became anger
And control seemed unfair 

They watched as their bones cracked and saw them split
Felt the fragments fly and cleaned up their bloody lips

Then they came to their senses
And tried to mend them with gauze and plaster

The moral of the story is
This love story had no happily ever after










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