Mental Suffocation

You look down at me as if what you're doing is simple, so easy to go through
with. The rage inside burning inside you devours you, you are your own prey. Everything in you tells you that by doing it, you've succeeded.

In what?


I look up at your face, knowing that everything that I am lies in your hands. I can't even begin to feel. The numbness of fear takes over me, hoping to God something will change your mind.


Your grab the pillow, It's Beautiful silver trim laced ever so gently around the Black Silk.. How could this be used as a weapon of murder? Looking at me one last time, seeing me alive, in YOUR power, able to think and feel.


I take one last look at my surroundings, then my opponet. I close my eyes, I tell myself not to fight back, just to breathe through the pain that is eating away at my nerves.


You shove it down, draining your anger out of you, I can't breathe, my mind runs our, the migrains hits..

..The Alarm Clock rings..