Broken Toy

Alone, confined, restricted, the shackles leaving imprints on my skin
This den of sin you keep me in bleeding my veins dry, withdrawing me
Loneliness overpowers me, weakens me to the core, I give you all
Down the wall I am slowly sliding, the blood leaving a trail to my demise
Puctured, bleeding and crumpled, yet you keep me chained
Talons tearing into me, you clench and I scream, all senses lost
My mind leaves my body briefly, liberated then sucked back in
I am but a shell of my former self, bruised and broken
Love, your love, your cruel interpretation is death disguised
Death to my heart, my soul, my spirit, You broke your toy
You broke me because you could, you broke me because I wanted it
Like a hole in the head, I want punishment, I deserve the pain
A survivor, conditioning keeps me alive..
Pain keeps me enthralled and hurt keeps me from struggling
Your deceit branding me, for life, for love
For eternity I will carry the scars, but not you
You will be alone for my collar is loose and the shackles are breaking
The pain will propel me forward and out of your life
The coldness will stop me coming back for more

By NightWolf

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