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Birthday Girl
I'm awake
and
Somethings forcing itself
Upwards, into myself
No help, but I am screaming!
Meaning; no one is coming
Running? None. My family must be dead
Burning red, blinding me
I cannot see, its hatefully intruding
Another is protruding, brushing my lips
Pain! Something rips
A scream escapes me
Nothing to see, but the pale skin of him
His thrust and moan
Alone, I'm completely
My useless whimpers puncture the agony
As they continue to rape and beat me
The one in front ties my lifeless wrists
Number two assists. And now they're jeering-
Loudly leering, mercilessly steering
me to the hard unwelcoming floor
The motions get deeper and I'm praying for the Reaper
As they are keeping to-
my cruel, ungodly beating
I close my eyes and leave there
Still I'm praying for the Reaper
But no help, no pause either
And I'm hoping for the Reaper
I'm pleading for the Reaper
I'm begging
Let me leave here.
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