Another day, another afternoon, the darkness soon would unfold the world that shattered like a sparkling star in the dark.
I could feel his wretched and familiar hands stripping away my life with each clench, deeper into the burn like a cauterizing dagger in the heart.
Tossing nightmares have manifested before an inclination that I should of even feared.
Broken kinship in the mind, oh how I can't even imagine that polluted mire twisting at this moment in time.
Like his idle eyes I black out for a moment.
Like his whimpering fears I will live again to be tormented.
Like a thief in the night I surrendered my security.
Where the punishment becomes apart of the family acknowledgment, sometimes I feel like I'm lying in the middle of the road.
A bump in my own journey where no one cares to look back at what has been spread across the tarmac.
Awaken to the click of a clock, the only time it holds is the last call.