Only a Rehearsal
I never made a sound
All they did was suffocate me
One scream, it’s over
Am I going crazy? Completely insane?
Holding each other
With his words and the smile on his face
I know what he is thinking
He’ll be here in the morning to start it all again
His hand caressing my face as his grin increases
Tears stroll down my cheeks
Knowing I’m trapped
I hear him growl
“Don’t worry, I won’t kill again, but you will”
I take this blade, I slit his throat
I see the wide slit, pooling in crimson color
I take his hand and with a smile on my face
I’ll be there in the morning
To start it all again
Just a simple rehearsal
Of how the perfection of it all must be perfect
One day it’s not going to be a practice
Not with what’s happening is going to continue
I’m the perfect decoy
Able to be used and influenced by them
But before he goes just for what happened
There will be more
Only a rehearsal because I still have many ideas
Of plans, but I want to determine to most emotional painful for the two

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