Triggering (Abuse): Nightmare (Older poem of mine.)

[An Artificial Girl]

I'm having this nightmare stuck on repeat
About this living monster I can never defeat
It begins with a struggle that I can never win
But that's where the real terror starts to begin

He holds me down without even chain
And this is how he brings me my emotional pain
The following scene leaves me frightened and vexed
And I'm sure you can guess what happens next

If you really have no idea, you must be dumb
He rapes me, god damnit, but then I go numb
By now I can finally shed more than just a tear
As I face the reality of this predicted fear

He leaves for a moment and I know exactly what for
I hold my breath as he comes back through the door
A knife is gripped in his vicious hand
And I loathe the creation of this object and that it was manned

Then he smirks as he's done before countless times
As he thinks about all his current crims
I start to sweat and unintentionally twitch
And he whispers in my ear, "you're my favorite bitch"

He continuous to speak with much detail
Then his hot breath on my cheek from an exhale
Observing me, he concludes I'm too gritty
And says, "put on some makeup, I'd rather you look pretty"

I do as I'm told right there on the spot
Then mentally prepare myself to be a corpse to rot
But I quickly realize there is no use
As the unfolding scene unsues

Suddenly, afflictive pain on my arm
And he grins at the sight of my alarm
My blood splatters all over his clothes
But he doesn't seem to oppose

The bloody knife is removed and I let out a sob
And the pain in my arm continues to throb
He simple said, "I didn't commit
To that one because my writing didn't fit"

This monster then stabs the other one
And I dare say this feels overdone
"Didn't fit on that one either," he said
While smiling because of my look of pure dread

I look into the face of that pathological liar
And wonder how I could ever feel desire
He says, "you play the game, you never win"
As he traces the knife across my pale skin

A quick twist of the knife and I hold my breath
For this is sure to be my death
But he shows absolutely no clemency
And he carves his name in my leg carefully

I bite my lip in an attempt to bare the pain
As my scarlet blood continues to drain
My blood covers the both of us
And my soul begins to digress

Then he is finished
And his power remains undiminished
His hand caresses the side of my cheek
I've given up now; I am too weak

And his face is now completely stoic
And what he's doing is the opposite of heroic
He moves closer and kisses me
But I don't try to stop him for I'm his detainee

His tongue forcefully invades
And the last hope in my fades
He smacks his lips and says, "you
Are about to make your debut."

He ties around my neck a rope
As I do my very best to try to cope
And so swiftly I was slung
To the highest point, and was hung

As my last breath escapes
I notice recording videotapes
So it becomes simple for the shamus
And my corpse becomes famous

Then I finally awake and my body shakes
And everything painfully aches
And I dream this every night, as I await
What is sure to become my wicked fate

[Colored Shadows]

This poem is very haunting and conveys a lot of emotion. It also flows really well! Keep writing!

[BrookeTHaddict]

the poem is lovely it really draws you in but im just hoping its fiction?

[BruceLeeDemarcus]

oh wow, I love it a lot! Great job!