His reign of terror's stranglehold
Saw fresh first love succumb to mould
Light dims when covered by the cloak of fear
A heart as delicate as lace
Has long since lost it's resting place
Her innocence will never reappear
Another jumpy nervous day
Part of the price she has to pay
For letting feelings overrule her head
He'll stroll home in an hour or so
Put out her aura's golden glow
Demanding she become a ***** in bed
She'll run his bath and cook his food
Smile softly asking are you good
Hand over the remote and lose control
Blood curdles underneath her skin
Alone no friends or kith n kin
Keeps moving to avoid being swallowed whole
The time had come to make a stand
Acquired poisons grace her hand
His favourite meal is taken from the shelf
The **** of all his filthy jokes
Waves goodbye as he slowly chokes
Her love returned this time it's for herself