{"sf1_id":220678,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Poem: Two Halves","author":"Brandie","words":460,"posted_at":"2011-02-08T22:08:00.000Z","tags":["Evil","Long","Poem"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/220678-poem-two-halves","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/220678","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=220678\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"You once loved me  \nYou thought I was made just for you  \nYou said you wanted me always  \nBut you had other plans in mind  \n  \nYou wanted not a brilliant mind  \nBut a warm body to be near yours, forever  \nYou promised me the world if I let you touch me  \nBut I knew better then to ruin my life and yours  \n  \nI pushed you away and you pushed back  \nSo I found someone special, one who wouldn't push and I hurt you  \nYou now punish me for my \"wrongdoings\"  \nHurting me in the only way you knew how  \n  \nI cried in my sleep but was laughed at from inside  \nBy one almost inhuman  \nOne who loves to hurt  \nAnd gets pleasure from tears  \n  \nShe told me of death and how it would help  \nHow it would end my suffering  \nI listened to her, had a blade at my throat  \nWhen sleep took me over and I fell to the floor  \n  \nWhen I awoke, I was not looking from my eyes  \nBut from behind them  \nWhat someone else was looking at  \nI realized it was Her  \n  \nShe told me of escape but not for me  \nFor Her it was to be used, since I gave up hope  \nNow She is in control  \nAnd no one is safe anymore\n\n\u0026nbsp; She wants what is not to be had in Her young years  \nAnd as I plead Her to stop  \nShe smiles and does more  \nShe knows how to hurt and will soon hurt more than me  \n  \nShe lives by Her pleasures  \nAs I cry behind Her eyes  \nBegging for a second chance  \nBut it's not for me to have  \n  \nI gave in to death  \nWanted it, needed it  \nPleaded it to take me, and when it finally said yes  \nShe grabbed my hand and locked me up inside where I can never escape  \n  \n  \n  \n  \nI watch as she hurts one and loves another  \nBeating on the door to be let out  \nTwice my pleas became real  \nBut what I was allowed to be a part of I didn't want  \n  \nShe's mean to our friends  \nAnd nice to my enemies  \nShe flirts with all those around her  \nThen brakes their hearts for fun  \nThe blood of her victims, She likes to taste  \nThe bruises She likes to frame  \nYou let Her tie you up and slice your flesh  \nbecause She spoke of love  \nBut when She's bored with torture of flesh  \nshe works with the mind  \n  \nI still cry at night but inside Her eyes  \nBecause I can feel the pain of Her victims and it kills me  \nThe weight of their pain pushes down on my chest and suffocates me  \nSo soon I will die, and nothing but evil will be left  \n  \n\n"}