how will you use me

I sank into her subconsciously,
Sang to her in a void voice,
One she learned to hate and submit to intimately.

I made her crawl on her knees,
across a daunting floor complimented with splinters and dead butterfly remains,
To plead for her insanity.
Beg to be admitted back into the dark warmths of sagacious solemnity

She gave me that look, that glare wolfs wear when they corner a prey.
She asked "am I beautiful in a way that makes you die inside".

My heart skipped a beat, she laughed as I internally drifted to disease,
yet again she still had the upper hand, she still was the darkest depth of truth.

though I was the dominant one, the head to the body, the congruent being in control of her misery,

She was all essence,
my master.
me her grieving, graveling slave.
One she repeatedly spit on, and used for sexual favors in the dead middle of those summer nights.
passion and hate coalesced like a bridge from hell to heaven.

she hated that she loved me
I loved hating her for the power she possessed over me.
For the way she dettered my angels, but silenced my demons

So to finish my qualms,
and to show her once and for all who was boss,
I trapped her in a silent somber room, one with no chairs or bed,
one window, so she could look out and contemplate if when she jumped out if id catch her, or let her reign over me subside.

I left her one more treat
gifted with a sour love note, " from me to you"
inside a box she found her favorite past time,
a knife accompanied with bandaids,
just to take the edge off the stress of death limping around the corners of the room.

And when I finally wondered back home, I was summoned by my master.
I gritted my teeth,  
as she slithered in
Taunting me with the key death loaned her,
I gasped for forgiveness, tears,  streaming down my soul wrist pierced
From where she kept me enslaved.

She smiled that crooked, mangled, asylum smile, and whispered. ...
" how will you use me"