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Whats there left to do anymore
I'm laying, empty and broken, across the floor
Scratches and bite marks,
Sharp wire enriching the pain
There's nothing else here to gain
Yet you stay here
Laughing in ecstasy
Thinking of new ways
To Taunt and Torture me
My pain is your pleasure
My heart is in your grip
This agony holds no measure
I cant help but crave for touch of your lips
I'm here for your enjoyment
This is all I can do to please you
So I'll just shut my eyes
and be your toy-
Just so you'll have something to do.
My breathing is ragged
Your hands are so rough
your knives are harsh and jagged
I never thought loving you would be so tough.
Then one night you were kneeling
right in front of me.
You Asking for forgiveness
brought on a new feeling.
My mind,on the edge of insanity
didn't know how to take this.
This couldn't be the real you.
never before have you actually told me something true.
My eyes darted side to side
looking for an escape
from this different, kind man,
because I was more accustomed to rape.
I crashed through the window
and fell to my death,
my breathe now came slow.
but now where ever you go,
whatever you do
My broken angel will follow
to let you know
that I love and forgive you.

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