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as I sleep i venture

to those times long ago

as i watched you slither

your arms around her slender neck



i recall those screams of torture

as my eyes cried those tears

those nights we ran away

and the days we returned

never able to truely get away



you beg to differ

telling me its all lies

but you forget

I saw it with my own two eyes



5,6,7 years old

standing on top of that staircase

where my innocence was forever lost



the veins beneath my skin boil

everytime your face comes into view

my heart stops beating

as you open your arms wide

I hide my torture and fall into them



Inside your arms I'm supposed to find comfort

instead I feel deceit



years have past and still i cant forget

those nights long ago

standing on top of that old staircase

where my innocence was forever lost