The blood that binds me to him,
Chained to his bed as a dog chained to his rotting house.
Bound to his heart.
I now regret my bond,
and I wish I chose death.
I wish I had never bled just to give him life.
My tears are my poisen,
bringing forth his lust.
I am a slave to his desires,
Am I now free?
No, he still has me, (chained and beaten),
Till the day he reawakes.
And that day,
May just be my last.
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2 comments:
This peice was very well done. I love the imagry you have used. I can tell you have a lot of passion and emotion in what you write.
passion...hahahahahahahahahhahaha, makes me think......XD
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