Your masters
Your soulless masters
The ones I call depraved monsters
The ones I’ve been trying to bring to ruin
I want them to feel it
Rumor has it
They make some awful thoughts come true
They’ve a thing for darkness
Burrowed in deep
They’re the monsters in every one of my closets
My escape from darkness is incomplete
Death is my only way away from them
Every time I look at them
I see my own death
They are my constant reminder of my worse fears
I am not crying over them
I am crying for me
I am crying for the girl in me who dies
I am crying for every sick thing they did to me
My skin is crawling with fear
My world hangs in the balance
Tell me what you want
I mean, everybody wants something in life
Surprise me
Because what I see is a man
But not a man
Surprise!
What you see is a woman
But a woman who’s spent so much of her life running
Running in the opposite direction of you
For never thinking beyond your selfish desires
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