MyLastBlkRose

Once upon a time; Oh so cliche. I met a man promising to change things. Foolish innocence on my behalf, I believe his every cold lie. He took me on a ride; One I couldn't get off. Spinning round and round and round. I could feel my stomach doing cartwheels. Excitement and terror mixed. Time began to fade into itself. His mask began to melt. He was so beautiful; what a mistake. Satan himself was under that mask. I was trapped. Held Captive. His for the taking. I was a toy, A doll of sorts if you will. Life became a blur, a muddled mess. Life is so funny sometimes. The monster won the game. It was all just a beautiful game. Blood stained him

Once upon a time; Oh so cliche. I met a man promising to change things. Foolish innocence on my behalf, I believe his every cold lie. He took me on a ride; One I couldn't get off. Spinning round and round and round. I could feel my stomach doing cartwheels. Excitement and terror mixed. Time began to fade into itself. His mask began to melt. He was so beautiful; what a mistake. Satan himself was under that mask. I was trapped. Held Captive. His for the taking. I was a toy, A doll of sorts if you will. Life became a blur, a muddled mess. Life is so funny sometimes. The monster won the game. It was all just a beautiful game. Blood stained him