Free?
My soul...
Trapped by hate and chaos.
My eyes...
Blinded by love and devotion
My heart...
Shattered by your passion
My hands...
Stained by your blood
My body...
Weak by the poison that is you
My dignity...
Crushed by your actions
My life...
Dead with your hate.
So why now do you stand before me
With a passion so unreal that even I can see though it?
A lie that is too weak even for the damned.
And yet, you expect me to accept it.
As if it were genuine feelings from your heart?
How dare you...how dare you come to me now.
When I am all that you left, the beaten, demented human being
That was crushed by the words you said and the actions you took.
And how dare you...whisper the words that you know will kill me.
So say them... Set me free with those words.
Those three little words...you know what they are...
So whisper them... Break my heart so I may die alone with tears in my eyes and a smile on my face.
Tell me that you hate me. Spit in my face a rip my tenderness apart.
Destroy me while you still can...
Because even if you set me free...
I am already dead.
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