You Were Drunk, I Was Friendless...

Driven by perversed slaughter,
I have not been restored:
"I'm not your slave!"
Muttered words drizzle
Upon my frosty windowpane.
In truth, I am your slave...

Forceful whips have penetrated me,
And now, I am overlooked due to poison
Oh, how I do not wish to miss your eyes
They burn my dead skin,
But I feel imcomplete without you...

I am so lost,
As is my innocence...

© Copyright Caleb Kile 2005
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