In a whiskey moment, hell bound, I looked for salvation, but none was found.
My depressed state I couldn’t stand, so quickly I became the devils right hand.
With anger and rage I vowed to kill, my heart was in it but yet my feet stood still.
My mind chaotic, a complete mess, I’m not so sure I wasn’t demon possessed.
I grabbed a hold of my jack and coke, then mumbled to myself, you fucken bastard I hope you choke.
I drank down the shot as quick as I can, then cursed again at that cold hearted man.
Why didn’t he love me, couldn’t he care enough? I let him have his way with me, even when he was rough.
I walked out the door and let it slam shut, I glanced back one more time at the broken down hut.
The pistol felt cold within my hand, it was time to end the pain and curse of this man.
I entered his house and boldly I stood, in front of the man, as calm as I could.
My mind silenced and the sound was none, my entire focus was the man and my gun.
Years of abuse flooded my mind, and even through all that, he couldn’t love me, not one time.
The man looked arrogant as if I wouldn’t shoot, then laughed out loud at me then said “cute”.
I pulled the hammer back and watched his eyes widen with realization, I was going to blow this bastard away from here to damnation.
“You know I didn’t mean to hurt you, you know I really care, how can you point that gun at me after all in life we have shared?”
His pleas went unheard as my mind stayed clear, I remembered how many time he ravaged my body with his breath smelling of beer.
My stomach turned with just the mere thought, he didn’t care about the pain and agony he had wrought.
“I was 13 when you started your lies, touching me in places you shouldn’t and telling me not to ask why.
My parents didn’t know the abuse even existed, because you threatened their life if I ever resisted.
You made me feel cheep an used and unworthy of love, you better start preying now to your righteous God above.
He never heard my pleas, when I was down in front you upon my knees.
But maybe you different maybe he will spare your life, after all you do have a child and a loving wife.
I hate you for taking everything from me, my pride, my dignity and most of all my virginity. I hope you soul will burn in hell forever, and you better prey to your God that you see me there never.”
The explosion was loud within my ears, as I watched the bullet hit the man through my fallen tears.
I felt a cold chill run through me to the core, as I watched the man I hate fall to the floor.
I stood there for a moment and let my anger fade away, than looked out the window as night turned to day.
There was only one more thing left for me to do, I have nothing left to live for and prison I couldn’t live through.
I picked up the pistol and held it to my head, I knew in reality I would be better off dead.
The loud ring of the gun awoke me from my sleep, and I was thankful that my nightmare had only been a bad dream...... Sexual abuse happens everyday to a child, please pay attention to the children you know. Remember you never really know someone like you think you do. Your neighbor could be a sex offender and the next victim could be your child, or maybe even you......
In darkness comes a new beginning, of elements called for hearts a winning.
Save me from my shadows past, of emptiness no love that last.
I call upon the God of love, take my sorrow to space above.
Of Earth, Water, Air and Fire, bring to me my hearts desire...
~ But look at these lonely houses each in its own field, filled for the most part with poor ignorant folk who know little of the law. Think of the hellish cruelty, the hidden wickedness which may go on year in, year out, in such places and none the wiser. ~Sherlock Holmes 1877
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Lord Giavoni part 2
Silence, he said with an angry voice,
this demon army has given us no choice.
We fight or surrender but death is our fate,
we fight at our best but their blood we must take.
Sinister life is all around,
the blood of our people is on the ground.
I ask you now who will stand and fight,
take heed and know you may lose your life this night.
50 swords were raised then more stepped in,
Giavoni shouted, then let this war begin.
Armor clanged as the soldiers got ready,
the sounds of their march were strong and steady.
No one said a word as they charged through the night,
but everyone knew they were giving up their life.
Giavoni wondered how much more he could take,
how many demons would the undead make?
He is one, but his army never knew,
for hatred and bitterness inside him grew.
For a vixen of the night had changed his path,
so he vowed one day she would feel his wrath.
Seeking her out and hunting her down,
he vowed to rip out her heart and stomp it into the ground.
The love of his life was dead and gone,
the lonely path was now what he was on.
No one would except him for what he is,
no woman would he ever be able to call his.
The undead struck without a sound or whisper,
the horses bucked and began to whimper.
Giavoni let out an evil hiss,
he could smell her, he shouted the vixen was his.
He looked and he saw her step down off the horse,
his temper raised, his control he had to force.
He felt the beast rise within,
when he saw the vampiric vixen that made his nightmare begin.
She grinned at him from across the feild,
"take heed to my warning your army must yield."
The telepathic message was strong and clear,
she said to him where nobody else could hear.
"You are crazy if you think my army will back down,"
using the same mind link he newly had found.
"I say to you Giavoni take your army away from here,
for my army is strong their wrath you should fear."
"You killed me once what else can you do,
Its time now I drain the blood out of you."
Giavoni moved quick his presence a blur,
the next thing she knew the sword was buried deep inside her.
Surprise on her face and blood on the ground,
she looked up at him and said with a frown.
"You may have killed me this day this is true,
even though life and power is what I gave to you.
It had been many years since we had seen each other,
I understand your hatred and anger for me, my brother."
Her appearance changed and he looked into her soul,
he saw them playing down by the watering hole.
"What is this," he said with fear in voice.
"I am sorry Giavoni but they gave me no choice.
They took me that night they burnt our village to the ground,
mother thought I was in the house when it went down.
Truth be told they converted me to,
I had no choice but to convert you.
You would never have understood what I have become,
not unless you too had became one."
"Why didn’t you tell me," Giavoni had asked.
"It has been many years since that night had past."
"I knew that you hated me for what I had done,
the beast inside you had clearly won."
His sister closed her eyes and laid as if asleep,
Giavoni fought back the feelings inside him to weep.
He looked over the field and saw death all around,
and now his sister too he must put in the ground.
Why was this life given to him,
so many burdens buried within.
Rage and anger, memories he couldn’t erase,
damn this nightmare, damn this place.
He could do no other but go into the ground,
sleep the sleep of the dead until another soul was found.
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