Before this the people in stained glass houses of the lord. Would lead me to believe in winged feathered creatures of peurity and golden light. I did believe . That was intill I witnessed pure undescribable evil and loss. They say there is light at the end of the tunnel but all I seen in the reflection of that girls eyes was. Billowing darkness of chains and spiked wire.
Her screams still wrapping themselves around my ear drums. Leisurely tightening like the winding gyre. Maybe I deserved This. maybe I deserved to watch her whole existance of doves moonlight and soft kisses. Turn into no more then crippled pain. Maybe my prison of fate was to helplessly watch others suffer. Most would let ignorance take the wheel and turn their gase away. But I watched with a stone gaze. His hands firmly around her tender neck.
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Notes: I wrote this for my English language exam I'm hoping I reamber the whole thing for tomorrow. 3/6/19 c.s.s
