Revenge

With the knife she made another scratch. Avenge was all she could think of. Blood started to appear. It seemed she had finally got rid of the pain. It seemed revenge had been taken. But then darkness appeared. Realization was made. Those cuts and wounds were on her own flesh, and never ever on his. 

ANGER

Why would you push me back down every time I have to rise? Longer I am inside, crazier I get on the outside. Misconstrued I am. No, violence is not always what I rise for. Your well being also needs to be fought for. Anger I am. Not a foe, a friend I can be.

BLUE

It was all red when you and I started this journey together. But something now is not right. You fight. I cry. You demand. I resist. Only blame. No forgiveness. Where are we headed? Why are we letting paranoia take over? This insecurity has turned all that was red, into something that is so blue.

DEATH

She turned around one last time to the house never to return again. Year after year, marks of severe brutality had been added to her corpse. And for her child, she remained quite. Until one day, the wrath of violence was unleashed on her child. Alive again she was. Death of darkness. Rise of Justice.

CHARM

He would covince her to stay when she tried to leave. He cheated on her. Not once or twice, but many times. Yet he justified every time how he wasn't at fault. He persuaded her of his love. With her eyes closed, she would fall in love again. That was how strong his charm was.