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My heart keeps pounding hard inside my chest,
I got to stay quiet, I am doing my best.
Not sure how I came to be in this room,
judging from the screams around me, it will become my tomb,
I can't see much, it's pitch black, except a crack of light through the door,
I keep slipping on blood all over the floor,
He has heavy feet, I hear him walking about,
I hear him giggling as the other girls scream, cry and shout.
I get a funny feeling down deep, and I am filled with fright,
this is the man from the bar, last night
I don't remember how I left but I remember the place,
no one went with me, I have disappeared without a trace.
My friends warned me from dating online,
I shrugged them off saying "it's fine"
I was stood up by a blind date, but, I stayed for drinks,
Omg! it was a set up! I was set up I think.
I hear whimpering in the corner she sounds like she's in pain,
Maybe she can speak, maybe she can explain.
The light from the moon through the window shows very little in this place,
I grab her hand and ask her, how did we get to this place,
I feel the warmth of her blood, pouring onto my feet,
and I see the bruises, and tares from where she'd been beat.
Her stomach was open and her tissues hung out,
I asked her to be quiet, not to scream and shout.
but she was so afraid she couldn't fight it back,
as we both overheard another woman being attacked.
the screams went for hours, one girl after another,
I heard them cry for God, their dad's and their mothers
Each victim seemed to go through a longer and stronger attack,
I got on my knees and prayed with the dying girl, without holding back.
I knew that this night will be my very last,
so I asked for forgiveness, for the sins in my past.
The door knob jarred, Oh no! he is coming in.
I had to be strong, and protect my new injured friend.
I stood up as the door opened wide, and the lights came on,
I knew it would hurt but, I had to be strong,
He just walked right through me a crowbar in his hand,
I was so shocked, I didn't understand,
How did that happen? My heart was in full race,
as he swung the weapon into my new friends face.
I stood there watching, screaming and crying begging him to quit,
but he kept on and on, when he was done he just spit,
as He walked out of the room, leaving the light on for to see.
I stood there and looked down, upon a dead and beaten me.
the thing about tonight, that haunts me the most,
Is how did I die, holding the hand of my own ghost?