He knock by the door,
I open it, enough to have his way
He said it was cold so I let him stay
He push me by the floor
He points his sword at my back
Threating me with my self imposed fear
he didn't cut through me,
But the tip of his sword leaves a scar on me
A scar of doubts,
Fear,
Pain and
Betrayal.
Doubts that my fear is an illusion
Pain that it really happens.
Fear that I can't protect myself,
And betrayal that I trusted him.
Swallowed by his feelings,
Desires, and personal calling,
He pulled me by a thread of fear,
Digging my graves into the abyss.
