I just woke up from a nightmare and i cant go back to sleep...it was the worst nightmare in history...the poem below describes it and if you have a week stomach DONT READ it... Blood drip drop here and there Cuts, scars, bruises and tears I scream and no one hears Laying helpless Looking into his eyes of lust Ramming himself inside me with vigor I scream louder and louder All that’s left is this pounding My body bleeds with his anger My skin stained with my own blood Wishing someone somewhere could stop this nightmare Then the phone rings It’s my love on the line I smile and laugh like my life is pleasant Because it is at least for those moments Then the dial tone fades I’m left alone Dying in a puddle of my blood Spilt for the greedy lust of a demon One I can’t fight on my own PEACE good to know you were thinkin of me at surfburger...makes me feel special!