Tear me to pieces
Tear me to pieces, like a broken doll. Take all the parts of me, abuse me, kick me, hate me. She is not breathing. Tell me you loved me, you desired me that you wanted all of me. No, you bastard, you killed her. She is no longer there no more. She is smiling in the clouds above, far from the cruel world - for death is the key to peace. No more nightmares come at night to haunt her, no more demons to rip her clothes in the middle of the night - she is in eternal bliss with her brother on the stairways to heaven, hand in hand, where they finally unite beyond the veil of this world. Where he can protect her and bring her to safety… to paradise and beyond.
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