Beautiful Habbit

As she lies in the bed, she thinks about her mistakes
Thinks about her
Life
Like she has a choice

She can barely see her hands
Tied
Way above her head
To the bed post

Craning her neck, her eyes fall to all the
Blood
Dried on the insides of her legs

Turning her head to the left,
Tears brimming in her eyes,
She lets the pills take their toll,
As if she has a choice

Then comes a noise;
Just a faint slam.

The door?

He walked in
Just like usual

Her heart leaped at his
Smile.

Hey baby
Hey.

They held a conversation
Just like normal.
Almost normal

He smiles as he makes his way up
Next to her body,
Beaten and battered.

She’s just another girl tied up to his bed,
But he liked this girl.
And he almost winced when her eyes started to shut.

Was he guilty?
Did he wish he could turn back time?

Yeah, everyone does once in a life time,
But to day he didn’t have time to regret.

He untied her hands,
Picked up her clothes,
Kissed her dead lips

Then he put her in the closet with the rest of them

Swallowed his pills

And cried.

-- yeah... so yeah.