I am sorry for punishing you Oh wait, actually I am not, Dare you stare into my eyes And ask why! Because you are a monster who took away my self esteem, that night, when you crept in my bedroom, with a faint tread of your evil feet You tore apart my tunic Digging your dirty fingernails into my bare scarless skin, You shoved a cloth in my mouth, to stop my screams from being heard by the careless humans residing behind the walls of my room. You robbed me of my innocence, my dignity, my sanity, leaving me bereft of emotions and joy, which I once thought were mine.
Am I sorry for punishing you Oh wait! I am actually not Because your abusive hands dried out all my hopes and positivity and made me Silent casualty as You assaulted me, Again and again, Ruthlessly, Cruelly, with a sluttish drunkenness, ruling above your head. My muffled cries broke me into pieces creating deep incurable voids inside my mind and the bruises you gave me on my cheeks throbbed as my salt filled tears hit them. With your every touch I felt the life inside me twist and turn, And at last it was butchered when you left me alone bleeding to death. You robbed me of my innocence, my dignity, my sanity, leaving me with a flaming fire of vengeance, burning my insides.
I am sorry for punishing you, Oh wait, actually I am not, for you deserved your head to be separated from your torso, with the axe and the anger my father gave me, As a family heirloom, Because you tore apart my soul from my body. You! You robbed me of my innocence, my dignity, my sanity, leaving me emptily lying on cold floor And air choking my breaths with the scents of your filthy feet.
I am sorry for killing you Oh no! I'm terribly not Neither for being victim of your vicious deed, Nor for making your inhuman heart bleed. I am sorry for killing you Oh no! I'm terribly not Neither for taking justice into my own hands, Nor for being a woman who'll be forever damned.
My hands are blazing red, is it your blood or my agony.