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I am left with memories of terror
Ones that i would remember forever
I would always see black snow flakes,
And deep, dark black lakes

It became a norm for him
And in my mind his face was always grim
There was this one nightmare,
where there was blood everywhere...

I opened my eyes to find my nightmare
looking up at me..Everywhere,
My pillows, blankets and sheet
At fault was that mangy old Creep!

And now its finally over and passed
but i am left with these bruises and marks
there is nothing that can be done now
as i seem him, watching me, his face aglow

I just hope he has a conscience
because i will find him and have my vengeance
for he has ended my life short
and his Secrets i will bring forth

She died years ago; my Mother
leaving behind the one that tortured me: my father...
we will both come back to haunt him
and make a fish him suffer like a fish without a fin

he is standing there with a glare
while his conscience still seems bare
watching me now PEACEFULLY REST
in my LITTLE BLACK DRESS.