What is it you want from me?

My blood is on your hands.

Will you not be satisfied until I’m
shredded to pieces by your claws.

You call yourself a man,
you are nothing but a coward.

What is it you want from me?

You will not hear my screams!

I will look you straight in the eyes.

You will not take my power before I die
which will mean it will go with me instead.

(c) 2010 Kimber Michaela

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Published by Kimber Michaela

Its like opening a vein and letting it spill all over the pages. Sometimes it is just that raw!!!

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