NO REAL CHOICE

A place gloomy and dreary
My face sad lonely and teary
I wander lost and confused
Knowing that I have been nothing but used
A solid knowledge of my mishaps
No maybes or perhaps

A used up candle a puddle and a wick
The flame gone out in a small flick
A stone floor
In a dungeon for my secrets I need to store

Blood dried sticky to my hands
In the shadows, watch my mistress’s fans
Distracting as I run
Torturing me only for there fun

I stop at a wall of living dark
Realizing there is no other life for me to embark
I am what I will always be
I am the monster I hide inside of me

Gentle and lovingly
Arms slide around me
Pale soft perfect skin
The darkness getting closer falling in

My mistress has caught me
And holds me carefully
She whispers to me of my true self
And that ill never be helped

A soft kiss on my neck from lips of death
I sigh an airless breath
A slit bloody wrist
Held out to my dry thirsting lips
Im asked if I will no longer run from what I am
Im asked to stay
A wish by a woman who I must do all she will say

Her simple sweet soft voice
Sings reminders that I have no real choice
I am not of the world that loves and breathes
I am of a world where the only voices I hear come from the trees
Alone I would always be
Even if I pretended to be, everything the world wanted to see


A place gloomy and dreary
My face sad lonely and teary
I wander lost and confused
Knowing that I have been nothing but used
A solid knowledge of my mishaps
No maybes or perhaps

I am a demon in every reality
And will always be
With no life of serenity
In the darkness held by her
Ill sink to my true world with out screams
But gently and silently

 
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