As she hung there
Naked and vulnerable
With a necklace of rope
She waited for redemption
Someone to cut the ties
Loosen the noose
To save her from destruction
Her own demise
He sat there watching
Taking in her agony
Watching her burn
Watching her break
As minutes past
He encouraged her
With words of hope
No
Words of hate
Of hurt
Of death
She waited
And pleaded
She fought
And argued
As she hung there
Naked and vulnerable
With a necklace of rope
Waiting for redemption
Someone to open the door
Someone that will find her on the floor
Someone that will breathe life back into her
He watched her slowly give in
Give up the fight
He watched her believe his lies
And fall for her own demise
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Chronicles Of Midnight
PoetryComposed of poetry and ideas and scenes from short stories that I probably wont write. A bunch of thoughts that might or might not make sense. #unorganized It gets better the further you read, so just keep reading or skip a few. Me.
