I was walking from my job,
And he called me different names.
He started touching me,
And called it's just some games.

I tried everything to free myself,
But he forced me to take a drink.
I didn't knew what it was,
But I could barely think.

Now I feel pathetic,
It looks like I am dead.
Pain and bruises in my heart,
I woke up on his bed.

I wanted to kill myself,
But what I did wrong.
Instead I must kill him,
Because death is where he belong.

I brought a bottle of cyanide,
And called him for the tea.
It only took him three sips,
To be buried under a Tree...

© Dark_Flinch