Abuse Twisting, turning, thoughtful thinker. Struggle in bed, don't go to sleep, Close your eyes, don't make a peep. He is back and hunting his ground. Open your slits through which you see, A life at its conception. The tear of pain open for all but me. Thrust up your arm, escape. Wailing, moaning, flashing, speed. A life time of torment ends in pain. Eternally yours, forever mine, An alternate reality down the white lane