You Continue to Haunt Me

I'm not surprised I remember what your hands look like;

They were always set for the punch.

I'm not surprised I remember what your eyes look like;

They were always replete with venom.

But I am surprised I still remember your voice, what I tried to forget most,

Because it always dripped with malevolence.

And

The thought of your fists still maims me,

While they memory of your eyes still pains me,

And the echo of your voice continues to slay me.

So now, after all you've put me through,

I just wish I could be free of you.

A/N: I'm still not quite happy with this one, but that might just be because I generally prefer my stuff to rhyme…guess I'm trying to branch out and whatnot...anyway, let me know what you though =]