he looked at me as if he could kill me or bring me to life
he held me in a air tight grip .
eyes unwelcoming, hands dominating.
'Do you want to do this' he asked
his voice a shade of purple
The type of purple only madness can serve
i meekly nodded
signing off my destruction
everything blurred after that.
my memory only serves me with screaming from my part.
hands tight
breath shattered
hearts melting and lungs collapsing .