The Damned

The tears of agony roll down my face
As I watch the devilish smile spread across your face.

I didn’t ask for this.
I didn’t want this.

You don’t care.

You don’t lay a hand on me
But I’m beaten black and blue.

Blood gushes from my wounds
And you lick it up.

You enjoy it and savor every minute of it.
You can’t get enough.

I feel minuscule as I scream for help until my throat is raw.

Even my fingernails screech in pain as they scratch the pavement.

I try to get out, but it’s to late.

I’ve lost it.