At night you come for me.
Moving, not making a single sound.
I make no effort to fight.
I slowly succumb.
You swallow me whole.
Licking your lips when you're finished.
And I am gone.
No, nothing.
This is my nightmare.
Tonight, it will all happen again.
I am powerless to resist.
I cannot even hide.
For I find myself out every time.
I give myself away every time.
I can hear your laughter already.
The fear in me rises.
I know I will fall victim again.
Over and over, a living hell.
With no hope for the salvation from all this.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(09/10/2012)
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