Think of me as delicate, crippled and easy for you to destroy;
crawling on my hands and knees, a burned and sickly looking toy.
Think of me as enslaved, trapped inside your hands
doomed and drenched in a lifetime of heart wrenching terror,
forced to meet your demands.
Think of me as a stiffened corpse, drained by your relishing in my blood;
My screams were covered by your laughter
The fear became impenetrable,
With only one look looming deep into your eyes: Sinister
maddened by the sight of me
As a blood-sucking hoarder, you can't help but need more.