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Strength in the weakness
As I stand in front of the bathroom sink, staring into the mirror
Looking at the monster which stands before it
Lips swollen and cracked, one eye can't even open
My body spray painted all over in red, black and blue
The latest masterpiece of my lover's creation
The fist viciously pounds into me forming rainbows and purple mountains onto my skin
The leather strap tingles my imagination as I escape into my subconscious
There I hide as my eye swells shut ignoring my circumstance
But a sudden kick in the stomach brings me back to the moment
My clothes torn and shredded, leaving me with little dignity
The blade pressed against my throat as fear overcomes me
As I lay there submissive, kisses are planted across my face
My skin burns with the mixture of sweat and blood
With my will taken and spirit broken the violation begins
The movements are slow and purposeful as I reluctantly participate
I can feel the passion in every motion
My body betrays me as it convulses in pleasure
Lifeless, dazed and confused I lay there lost in my self-respect
Questioning my tolerance of this systematic violence and abuse
Hands gripped on my throat denying me a peaceful moment
I don't know what brings out the rage in U
And marriage shouldn't be this way at all
But who can U tell and what can U do
About the woman U love is abusing U
Looking at the monster which stands before it
Lips swollen and cracked, one eye can't even open
My body spray painted all over in red, black and blue
The latest masterpiece of my lover's creation
The fist viciously pounds into me forming rainbows and purple mountains onto my skin
The leather strap tingles my imagination as I escape into my subconscious
There I hide as my eye swells shut ignoring my circumstance
But a sudden kick in the stomach brings me back to the moment
My clothes torn and shredded, leaving me with little dignity
The blade pressed against my throat as fear overcomes me
As I lay there submissive, kisses are planted across my face
My skin burns with the mixture of sweat and blood
With my will taken and spirit broken the violation begins
The movements are slow and purposeful as I reluctantly participate
I can feel the passion in every motion
My body betrays me as it convulses in pleasure
Lifeless, dazed and confused I lay there lost in my self-respect
Questioning my tolerance of this systematic violence and abuse
Hands gripped on my throat denying me a peaceful moment
I don't know what brings out the rage in U
And marriage shouldn't be this way at all
But who can U tell and what can U do
About the woman U love is abusing U
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