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This is about a girl who is abused by her husband, so she kills him. |
Things were becoming a blur I knew we were about half way through He was beating me and raping me But what was I supposed to do? He was stronger and I couldn't hope to fight back I closed my eyes and tried to go slack My hatred for this as well as him was growing Bitterness swelling as he kept going Was he doing this just to see my fear? Was he blind or could he see my frightful tears? Then he whispered in my ear Words that made my rage severe His last words those would be. Did he really think I liked what he did to me? He said goodnight and closed his eyes He couldn't see through my disguise I took out the gun that I had hid And think of all the things that he did I lay in bed looking at him Watching as his chest moves up and down, out and in I think about what he did and what he said All those worlds that filled me dread But he was sleeping, not caring that he had filled me with fright Not caring that I won't sleep tonight. He just didn't care, he didn't think I could end this all before I blink He was so defenseless there instead of me. The way it always used to be. But now I had my chance And I'm going to take it, feeling in a trance I held the gun by my chest He was so vulnerable now, he couldn't protest. I held that gun aimed it at his head; Pulled that trigger and now that man is dead The only thing that made me not feel guilty was the final statement that he said The one that made me decide that he should be dead. Oh he said "Be good tomorrow and I might give you more" I glared at his dead body as it lay across the floor Oh because he didn't care, he didn't think I ended it all before I could blink |