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Chasing me in to the dark corner, looking at me with red eyes glowing.
There is no one nearby to rescue me.
I can hear him breathe loudly, breathe as fast as his heartbeat.
The lightning strikes so near me now, I'm almost expecting it to go through me soon.
Exhausted from the hunt, though I was haunted through my whole life.
I can't find any possibility to get away from this, to escape this nightmare,
I feel him close to me now, breathing my neck down.
Distracted of looking back, I am now falling.
When I feel the stoneground hit my bleeding body, I know it is too late.
Screaming, kicking, fighting to get away, but he only gain power of it.
I have no clue what to do, hoping that a security exit will come to knowledge.
When I just for a moment try to catch my breathe, he makes his strike.
I can feel his hard fist against my ugly face, beating me over and over.
Trying to protect my face, but then he just breakes my arms slowly and painful.
I am screaming of pain, but nobody hear me now.
Sweat is dripping from my face as well as body.
The sweat is competing the dripping along with the blood.
I can see him kicking my stomage, but I've lost the feeling in my body.
You scream my name: UGLY BITCH! DISGUSTING EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN!
I reconize the names and words you call me, they must be my names.
i don't remember who I am anymore, but that what they usually say when they call me.
The pain is rushing through my mind and body, screaming so quietly.
I hate how this turned out, but it's my fate that I have to meet.
Lying on the ground whining, shivering and starting the loose ground.
Thought I had nothing to loose, but I was still alive.
The darkness is gelping him to psysically abuse me.
The metalhammer goes over my entire body, knocking every bone out of function.
Unable to move, I lie there and only able hear, feel, see my murder.
Thinking nothing can be worse, it suddenly gets.
My attacker spit at my face, rip of my clothes.
He cuts me with his blunt knife, then leaves me.
Now I'm lying all alone, even unable to cry.
No one helping me, no one making an end to this so called life.
Only darkness around me, the people to far away.
I can't speak, cry, move, or see.
All I can do now is listening at nothing but my heartbeat.
I can't hear anyone get closer or ask me how I feel.
I'm probably dying right now, and starting to only hear a high sound.
I'm not dead yet, though it pass minutes, hours, days.
All alone, driven to madness, unable to do anything.
I am in true hell...
Wishing to get kicked or punshed, just not alone.
There is no one nearby to rescue me.
I can hear him breathe loudly, breathe as fast as his heartbeat.
The lightning strikes so near me now, I'm almost expecting it to go through me soon.
Exhausted from the hunt, though I was haunted through my whole life.
I can't find any possibility to get away from this, to escape this nightmare,
I feel him close to me now, breathing my neck down.
Distracted of looking back, I am now falling.
When I feel the stoneground hit my bleeding body, I know it is too late.
Screaming, kicking, fighting to get away, but he only gain power of it.
I have no clue what to do, hoping that a security exit will come to knowledge.
When I just for a moment try to catch my breathe, he makes his strike.
I can feel his hard fist against my ugly face, beating me over and over.
Trying to protect my face, but then he just breakes my arms slowly and painful.
I am screaming of pain, but nobody hear me now.
Sweat is dripping from my face as well as body.
The sweat is competing the dripping along with the blood.
I can see him kicking my stomage, but I've lost the feeling in my body.
You scream my name: UGLY BITCH! DISGUSTING EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN!
I reconize the names and words you call me, they must be my names.
i don't remember who I am anymore, but that what they usually say when they call me.
The pain is rushing through my mind and body, screaming so quietly.
I hate how this turned out, but it's my fate that I have to meet.
Lying on the ground whining, shivering and starting the loose ground.
Thought I had nothing to loose, but I was still alive.
The darkness is gelping him to psysically abuse me.
The metalhammer goes over my entire body, knocking every bone out of function.
Unable to move, I lie there and only able hear, feel, see my murder.
Thinking nothing can be worse, it suddenly gets.
My attacker spit at my face, rip of my clothes.
He cuts me with his blunt knife, then leaves me.
Now I'm lying all alone, even unable to cry.
No one helping me, no one making an end to this so called life.
Only darkness around me, the people to far away.
I can't speak, cry, move, or see.
All I can do now is listening at nothing but my heartbeat.
I can't hear anyone get closer or ask me how I feel.
I'm probably dying right now, and starting to only hear a high sound.
I'm not dead yet, though it pass minutes, hours, days.
All alone, driven to madness, unable to do anything.
I am in true hell...
Wishing to get kicked or punshed, just not alone.
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