They’re hunting me down
He tore my gown
This night was supposed to be magic
But I know now it can only end tragic
A gunshot resounds and I taste sounds
The last thing I see
Is my blood splatter on a tree
The last thing I hear
My own scream, ringing in fear
The last thing I smell
Is the dirt I hit when I fell
Warm brown eyes full of enchanting lies
Wouldn’t let go, and on this forest floor
My blood slowly dries
He wouldn’t take no
And he wouldn’t let go
So here I will fade
In a pillow of snow
TW: Assault
I wrote this when I was eleven and I just felt like it should be my first share, baby.