⚠️TW: THIS ONES ABOUT S.A⚠️
3 years ago you took away my freedom
3 years ago I lost my innocence at the hands of your touch
With a touch as cold as yours I sometimes wonder how I didn't catch frostbite
Lips as sharp as a butchers knife ready to make me bleed
3 years
I still hear your gruelling voice and feel your cruel touch
By your hand the innocence began to fade into a desolate void, never once to be seen again
3 years from now I hope to forget your touch and harmful words
3 years ago I was yours, even now I guess I still am
But in a different form
For I still feel your hold, hear your echo that suffocates me
But I hope 3 years from now I find my freedom and you become a distant memory
A memory I know no matter how hard I try, will forever remain in my mind
For you're the God
And I'm Medusa
