The rooms smells of blood and sh.
And I admit that I am to blame for this.
My blind hatred.
My senseless anger.
I know.
I beat you because
It's a betrayal to everything I know
To care about your name.
I hate myself
But can't face my own shame.
So I rip my hand across your face
And then hold you close.
I am mad.
This I know.
But I refuse to back away from
Everything that I swore my life to.
Not for you.
Not for you.
Not for you.
The room smells of blood and sh.
And I admit I am to blame for this.
I beat you down like a dirty whore
When all you've done is fear me.
As you should.
And one day,
I know I'll kill you.
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