The clock on the wall says 5:15.
Oh god no. 15 minutes till the end of me.
Everything comes crashing down. I hear his key turn the lock.
I hear footsteps down the hall. This happy home, is not what it appears to be.
The clock on the wall says 5:45. Where am I? Can it be I'm still alive?
I'm sure all of this will be my fault. I can't see past this here and now.
Why keep screaming if no one hears a sound? So I clean my blood up with a kitchen towel.
I pick myself up off of the ground. I smile pretty just like they taught.
A bird in his cage and I know I'm caught. His ring around my finger waits and there's not a mark upon my face.
I clean the blood up with a kitchen towel. The monster swears he's sorry now. I smile pretty just like he wants. Hope is dead, yet her spirit haunts. His ring around my finger waits, it's suicide but I can't escape. His ring around my finger waits, it's suicide but I can't escape.
---by gibertoni---
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