Pulsating Rhythm - Depths of Hatred

The sky was filled with void

As the rustling leaves would sing

The moon was full and frozen

As if the calm was a good omen

The windowsill is screaming

A light bared by the hallway

Birthed into my optic nerves

A monstrous silhouette

Her loving fingers

Soothing my terror

What a horrendous sight

His loving fingers

Pushing her downward

What a wonderful night

Trembling

As his cold dead hands pushed me away

Forcing, forcing

Me to watch him abusing his prey

Witness the purest of sins

A pulsating rhythm

Forever marking me

Tears streaming down her face

Forever breaking me

Forever marking me

Forever breaking me

Her words, murmured in pain

«Thank you for blessing me»