He is cold now,
Like the night.
Burning eyes cut,
Like skin to a knife.
So thirsty for lust,
He is never satisfied.
He is hollow like a grave,
Broken heart cries,
From the souls that he takes.
He sews them to a bed,
Not letting them escape,
Forever his toy...
They will never see the light,
Not even the millions of stars that illuminate the night.
You are just his sick little game,
Just a pathetic sacrifice.
Love is a word he never learned,
The word is his holy water.
Tonight as he ties you to the bed for good,
"I want you in the most unromantic way..."
You let him feed on your unconditional love.
Because your desperation has taking control,
The love that you crave is slowly being fed.
You feel this is all you can get,
All that you deserve.
So now he marks a claim on you,
To use your love as power.
Your heart will become stone,
Along with all the other desperate hearts he has stolen.
But you are okay with this,
Without love you feel worthless,
So you take all