And Strangers Came
My heart clings to the
memories of that night
When the strangers came
I lay on my neatly dressed
bed
With the sheet recently
changed
Staring at the ceiling
Carefully studying the patterns
She would be here soon
I thought, as I glanced at my
wrist
Wearing a goofy grin
Tonight should be the night
I consoled myself
After many nights of failed
attempts
Blood running towards my
groin
Goose pimples playing its
tricks
On my skin
Euphoria hitting me like drug
abuse
As I fantasize the night ahead
Alas!!! I hear my door go
knock
Like a child running to
embrace his mama
I answered the door
That's when my limbs went
numb
They stood there
Holding her like a strayed child
The lust in their eyes
Shinning like a rising sun
little sobs escaping her lips
Driving painful thrusts into my
heart
And I tried, tried to save her
That's when I felt the tin sharp
blade
Sliding into me slowly
I could do nothing now
Nothing for her
I felt the warm liquid sliding
down my belly
Slowly I found the ground
As I watch them quench Their
lust
One by one,
They took turns on her
Like their last supper
They lavished her
Calling onto my name slowly
She moans bitterly
Begging for my life and hers
The tears from her eyes
Making my blood gush
As I curse my existence
For the pains she receives now
As a parting gift
before the last one reached
******
The reaper came for me...
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