Like a fool in chains I am a slave to all that I love
Refusing to see
How I am losing my soul
Alone in the cold rains
Left out for not giving enough
Even if I believe
I need to escape their control
This is a world that requires my flesh
But hates who I am
And I haven't anything left
That they might use
Drawing breath after empty breath
Becoming the living, but damned
They placed my being upon a shelf
To schedule my upcoming abuse
“The human race tends to remember the abuses to which it has been subjected rather than the endearments. What's left of kisses? Wounds, however, leave scars.”
