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Come Towards Me Angel!

Bones broken I secrete in the corner
Heart scarred I disappear into my fears
Half a tear shredded increased my penalty
A quarter of a scream yelled and more retribution
Her physical pain prepared me to cry
His emotional pain left me in pieces wounded
Why did mummy and daddy hurt me?
Did they truly love me?
Would they ever call me beautiful 6 year old Amy?
I'm the battle of the Philippine Sea
Till the soldiers take a rest under the beautiful palm tree
The torture ends but then begins again,
They go out and eat
Wash the food off with a beer or two or maybe 25
Their heads in other worlds
Drunk as ever. Find that innocent child hurled
Ears on the door, a car is parked
Earlier pain still not healed, I control the soreness and cry
My bedroom door smashed on my face
Two evil devils stand in front of me
My eyes dwell with simple deserted tears
She bites me while horribly telling me to fix my face ugly mug
Sorry mummy I just desire your love
Move when you're being used you filthy child
Sorry daddy I only long to be your dear daughter
They gaze at me with anger
They punch me and kick me till I'm lying unconscious on the floor
I'm held in the air, till blood drops from my chin and hits my dead white feet
You're a stupid girl, they bawl, and your our responsibility to waste you fool
I look down, my skull breaking in half; they throw me down the stairs
I wished for them to kill me
I wished for an angel to come and take me
Daddy banged my head on the marble worktop
Mummy guiltlessly punched and slapped me on the face
Daddy kicked me on the floor and held me down
Mummy cut me and stood above me
The cold purple thick liquid inside me ran around the kitchen
Moving fast and staining the white carpet in the lounge
Their faces transformed from nasty to a sinful vile
They smiled immorally, revealing their malicious laughter
My heart was still thumping 5 beats a second
I was not dead and they were not satisfied
Mummy and daddy stood up, reaching for the axe while looking down on me
I lay on my tummy motionless,
My colour changed from a healthy cherry red to a dead black swamp
My world was shattered; it was hard, cold, wet and rough
My life was silent, but was already bitter, crunched, snapped and whistled
Mum and dad held the axe together
Then several times the devil dug inside me
Was my punishment over
I was overtaken my the smell of a sweet, white rose
I was blinded by the bright light of an angel coming towards me.

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