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It was silent as Chelsea crept into the room There I lay, nestled to sleep with a teddy bear The moonlight on my back, soothing light She awoke me violently, shaking me ashen And my eyes widened in terror at her face It didn't take long for her to find something A tool to suit the job, my punishment I was a bad sister, always was I wrong So she found a pair of shoes, my shoes And I braced for the nightly beating But Chelsea had something else in mind As she removed the lace from one of them She gripped an end in each hand, staring And she moved on top of me, saying; "I hate you, stupid attention ***** She placed the string over my throat And she pressed down very hard, frowning I felt my airway constrict, and I struggled She put her knees on my elbows in anger And my begging made her push harder As I began to see gray, I remember a tear But not the many that I released, I know Because I felt it patter onto my dying face And I sputtered and arched my back, hoping And Chelsea only pressed harder, murderous As I drifted out of consciousness, I heard My brothers voice, sweet brother Damien And he slapped Chelsea and pulled her off As I curled up and breathed delicious air And he caressed my face, and hugged me That night acted as a catalyst for hatred And within myself I bred a monster But I suppose I cannot give credit for My mistakes, to the true genesis of pain I just haven't found anything else to blame
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 4:15 AM UTC
Birth Of Hatred
It was silent as Chelsea crept into the room There I lay, nestled to sleep with a teddy bear The moonlight on my back, soothing light She awoke me violently, shaking me ashen And my eyes widened in terror at her face It didn't take long for her to find something A tool to suit the job, my punishment I was a bad sister, always was I wrong So she found a pair of shoes, my shoes And I braced for the nightly beating But Chelsea had something else in mind As she removed the lace from one of them She gripped an end in each hand, staring And she moved on top of me, saying; "I hate you, stupid attention ***** She placed the string over my throat And she pressed down very hard, frowning I felt my airway constrict, and I struggled She put her knees on my elbows in anger And my begging made her push harder As I began to see gray, I remember a tear But not the many that I released, I know Because I felt it patter onto my dying face And I sputtered and arched my back, hoping And Chelsea only pressed harder, murderous As I drifted out of consciousness, I heard My brothers voice, sweet brother Damien And he slapped Chelsea and pulled her off As I curled up and breathed delicious air And he caressed my face, and hugged me That night acted as a catalyst for hatred And within myself I bred a monster But I suppose I cannot give credit for My mistakes, to the true genesis of pain I just haven't found anything else to blame
Avy
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 4:15 AM UTC
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