Wednesday, March 16, 2011
She runs away,
She hides in fear,
She can never tell when he is near,
He comes to get her,
Late at night,
Comes to see if she will put up a fight.
He will chase her, and fight her, and beat her to the end,
For this will never stop until she is dead.
Once he has had his fill,
He will leave her, in pain, and without a pill,
He will find a new,
And start again, until that girl gets to her end.
The cycle stops, but begins again,
Until he has come,
To meet his end.