Cuts cause pain and bruises hurt,
As I get up out of the dirt.
These poems I write go on and on,
To me the time is not so long.
As the clocks ticks begin to quicken,
I hear her screams, she'd been bitten.
As her blood flows out to sea,
I'm confident, I know, his next will be me.
The skies begin to growl and cry,
I'm sure tonight, I will die.
I gather my pictures, all of him,
And as I run he tears my limb.
I feel the flesh twist and tear,
I feel his hands rip my hair.
Teeth sink into my upper arm,
It seems all that was done is harm.
My body is red, covered in blood,
His feet are bare and covered in mud.
His teeth are tearing my pale skin,
I'm paying for my dumbest sin.
I've fallen in love with this boy,
And I'm treated like a broken toy.
Before falling for the monster, know,
Love's not an emotion he will show.
And now I'm still in this pool of blood,
I'm rested forever in this mud,
The first emotion from him to me,
The first time,
And now I could see,
Finally,
Love...