Depths of Hatred - Pulsating Rhythm

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The sky was filled with void
As the rustling leaves would sing
The moon was full and frozen
As if the calm was a good omen
The windowsill is screaming
A light bared by the hallway
Birthed into my optic nerves
A monstrous silhouette
Her loving fingers
Soothing my terror
What a horrendous sight
His loving fingers
Pushing her downward
What a wonderful night
Trembling
As his cold dead hands pushed me away
Forcing, forcing
Me to watch him abusing his prey
Witness the purest of sins
A pulsating rhythm
Forever marking me
Tears streaming down her face
Forever breaking me
Forever marking me
Forever breaking me
Her words, murmured in pain
«Thank you for blessing me»