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Click hereAgain she is down on her knees
After doing all so she will please
This man that is holding a knife
Another bastard ruining her life
He swore she was everything to him
The chance of survival is really slim
On her bruised neck she feels the blade
Next to a scar that's just starting to fade
No more tears streaking her pretty face
It's been too long since she fell from grace
In every relationship she gave all she had
Nevertheless, each man left her lost and sad
As her whole life flashes before her very eyes
Reliving each hit, seeing herself as she cries
He's calling her a bitch, a slut and a whore
Describing in detail what's for her in store
His mouth starts twisting in a cruel grin.
She knows it is time, soon it will begin.
The cold is creeping up through her jeans
She is saying good by to all her dreams
Blood trickles down from the cut he made
He must be the reborn Marquise de Sade
His warped mind revels in making her suffer
What doesn't kill you, will make you tougher
The more he torments, the harder she fights
She's not ready to let him blow out her lights
Confident that he has finally broken her soul
He's just concentrating on reaching his goal
He's absorbed with the task of a violent rape
It goes unnoticed, that she loosened the tape
Trying to reach out for a weapon she can use
To defend herself, she's not willing to loose.
While he is painfully forcing himself on her
She gets hold of the knife, the rest is a blur.
When she finally wakes up she is in a bed
Everywhere are tubes, through one she gets fed
Her pulse gets checked by a brown haired nurse,
Who surprised jumps, her lips forming a curse.
Aches and pains all over her damaged body.
Her mind feels no better everything's muddy.
The most important thing is, she stayed alive
She was stronger then the man with the knife.
A most powerful read done so well; want to cheer for the gal who struck back and ended the abuse. Just a note about a couple typos that distract (the more powerful the write, the more jarring those typos): 2nd line, fifth strophe starts, "It's been to long" but should be, "It's been too long". The other's near the end, "all over here damaged body" but should read, "all over her damaged body". Watch those typos; they slip in so easily and undo good work.