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Made Cold, Calm, Collected. Warm, Quite Hatred. You did this: You killed me. You did this: You broke me. When I tried to fight You killed my hope You tore me down You broke me Tourtured me And made me all of nothing.

Tightly curled hurt. Walls with arms that hug me tight. I cower in fright.             "Father! Father! Stop it please! Mother never meant to hurt you or me . It was love! It was love! And it was sweet.         "Please, listen, she loved us dear. I'm sorry. It was my fault, I'll take the blame. Please! Please! Aim your fist at me. She never wanted more than to make me happy.       "Father? It's cold and this towel gives no warmth. Her blood! Her blood, it's crawling over here.     "Her pale, pale skin is cover in bruises. Her open wounds are bleeding. Father, help her. I know your knuckles hurt, from the punches you threw, but please

I watched her day in and day out. I wanted her more than I ever should. We're together in ways even God condemns, But I won't let you go. Not even when it hurts to hold on. I've let this human love, Let this control me. Tomorrow God will kill us, But never will I regret my lust . Regret my lust, That dragged me from heaven into her arms Because my descent from heaven to hell Is that of the sweetest kind.