The Devil Bitch

"She owns me, controls me, uses me for her own amusement ..."

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Your face is etched forever in my memory
My fractured mind warped by your presence
Tearing at it’s fabric to create insanity
Unable to break free of these shackles you placed upon me

Your voice won’t stop whispering hurtful words
Forcing me to bang my head against the wall
Your fragrant perfume suffocates me
You feed off my misery like a leech

Blood that drips from those scratches you made
Upon my skin as a longing reminder
To take pleasure for your own amusement
Owning me as nothing more than your plaything

You wash your body in my river of tears
My pleas make you cry with laughter
Imaginary chained to your soul like a slave
Forced to do nothing else but worship you

For the Devil Bitch you truly are!

Published 8 years ago

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