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Domination

I struggle with these strangling thoughts....
wondering to myself, has my freedom been bought?
If so, what was it worth?
Can I now afford a hearse?
Have I sold my soul for a fair price?
Does this darkness believe all suffice?

It controls me.
Even when I plea.
I look for options of escape.
I find no answers, another take.
Day after day...
I search, never another way.

It's taken just about everything.
Leaving me nothing but a binge.
Family and friends look on with horror.
Seeing what I see looking in the mirror.
A life without a choice.
A being without a voice.

"Do what I command.
Don't bother to make a stand.
If you try,
you'll wish you'd died.
I'll take the only thing that you have left.
Leave you there, nothing but a sick mess.
Do not think I am not that cold.
Believe me boy, I will make you fold.

Curled up wishing you'd die.
Sweat drips as you freeze inside.
Body will cramp.
No, you may not stand.
Sit the fuck down and feel hell.
How many times do I have to tell?
Is this not enough?
Let the nausea break your love.
Still have some fight?
Good luck sleeping tonight.

I will not break.
Understand me, this is pure hate.
I know you feel there is still a chance.
No my son, that day has pranced.
You are mine until the day you die.
There is no place to run and hide.
This doesn't end in a happy story.
The day you chose me, is the day you became history."
Written by mattpiskorowski
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