Like a desert dry and desolate.
My soul anguishes indefinite.
A plaything for your endless torment.
You could save my spirit make me whole.
Yet you make my suffering your goal.
Forever devouring my soul.
I can endure no more of this pain.
I beg, do not punish me again.
I’m dead inside, now you can refrain.
My heart
Ripped to shreds
By words you said
Now our love is dead
My spirit
Beaten and bruised
Feeling so used
The result of abuse
My body
Weary and weak
Becoming deplete
It’s food I seek
Nothing left
You’ve taken it all
The cause of my fall
Now I am your thrall
Mercy please
I cannot continue
To endlessly serve you
I need to begin anew
Free me
Unchain these bonds
My freedom is gone
From all that was done
The Sureshot 