Setting his cigarette in the ashtray, he smiles wickedly.
Remembering last time, I start to cry pitifully.
Uncontrollably sobbing, he takes deadly steps towards me.
I look closely at his left chest, is that a tattoo of a tree?
Lost in my thoughts, I was yanked up from the chair,
Hastily undressing me, he also tied up my hair.
After his skin rubbed against mine, my stomach turned.
He threw me onto the old bed unconcerned.
He flung his hand over my mouth, climbing over me.
All the memories from the other nights came back to me.
After doing what he always does, he left me laying there, crying.
He had even left the room, he left me there, dying.
Mister Monster doesn't love me, he never did.
He's just uses me, abuses me; this part of him he really hid.

A/N: Part two is here as promised!! I stand against abuse of any form!!... Vote, comment and share if you stand against abuse too. I really appreciate all my supporters. I love you all very much!! Enjoy!
~K