Within
Deep pain resonates through her soul
Black with smut and starting to degrade
She lacks the will to stand on her own
To break free from his iniquity
She follows him mindlessly
Dieing more and more each day
Waiting for the scrapes of love
He feeds her sparingly
Giving some but not enough
To fill her
She begs for more,
Pleading for what will never satisfy her.
It is emptiness,
It is pain,
And yet, she stays.
He feeds her the darkness
That grows within himself
Bastardizing what was once so pure,
So white, so beautiful.
And she laps it up
Like a thirsty dog.
An addict
Offered her own vice.
Who can make her see?
Does she choose to be blind?
Yes, yes,
It is easier that way.
Why run and loose the “definite”
Looking for the “maybe possible”
To be alone would be too much
She is weak
She is needy.
Oh, if only I could open her eyes
If only I could help break her free
But I am trapped within her
Covered by his smut.
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