There was nothing like the darkness,
Something false and harmless.
Untill one day I met a bitch,
Who was simply cold and heartless.
Something deep inside told me to choke her,
But sadness welled up and then I faltered.
Her friends yelled out and brought me pain,
For no reason but the one I was just another chain.

If you know not of whom I speak,
The lead your merry lives.
For unknown wrongs I've done to her,
I'll die a thousand times.

For once I tried to be myself and God,
He would not have it.
So I was thrown behind a cage,
To be flogged and whipped by those in rage.
One day it seemed I found a light but it was nothing true.
The leam was snugged and then the papers drew.
A slave to such indignities and brought about for fun,
Such scarred and battered flesh was born had never seen the sun.

A Tether was bound to ankle tight to keep me not from their sight,
So tight a bloody scar had formed as was around his heart.
Too saddened I to put up any fight,
Accepted the fate that soon I would be torn apart.
Claws and lashes, clubs and tongue,
All had struck a blow.
So quiet I sit behind the curtain,
Eyes shut, head held low.




This is for those who've never been slave to anything.
There is a heart here that only few know about,
But I will never give it all away since precious bit is left.

Know that I am not well inside and do not fret.
I will die in due time, with karma welled and kept.
If fate had meant it to be so,
Then I will take this woman,
And I will let her go...




~X