Wanted Dead

This dream or faded memory..
It re-occurs here and there,
When I have time to think.
He's there, laughing at me,
While I shake and cry,
Gasping for a breath full of air..
He chains me down, hand on my throat.
He takes his sharpened blade,
And sticks it into my side, deep.
He says Soon I'll fall asleep..
Then backhands me across the
Face, blackening my eye..
Crimson red flows from my side.
He grabs an object.. I can't tell
What it is, eyes are too blinded
By tears.. It's heavy, cracks my ribs.
He threw it down unto me..
I cry out in agony as he laughs and
Tells me to shut up..
Then he gets close to my
Face, and kisses my cheek.
He whispers " It's only begun".
I spit in his eye, with the last of
My strength.. Not the best idea,
But he deserves it..
He hits hard enough that everything
Goes black.. I only hear and feel
The agony... He lets me bleed..
Even gives me severe rope burn
On wrists and ankles...
I wake up, and I hear a voice..
He begs for my awakening...
I know just what for too,
Another brutal beating..
But before I could say
Something.. My strength left me,
Warmth, the light faded..
And everything was put on hold..
I'm not sure.. But I think my devil
Wants me dead....