Why do I wake up,
With traces of hands all over me,
Open my eyes
And no one is there?
Why must you torment me so?
Haven't you already ruined my life enough for your taste?
Or am I just the one you can't let go of?
You have everyone believing you,
That you did not do it.
But I, I too have my allies,
Who believe you did it.
But we both know.
We both know that You Did.
And I swear to God,
You Will Pay.
One day,
I will be free of you
And your crawling hands,
And make my life anew
Without you.
And your crawling hands.

That is my sweet revenge.

I know I haven't posted in a while so be nice please. ~Queen Isa~