Not My God

All these games,  
First its cold like winter,  
Then its hot like Arizona summer,
Grovel, Worship, Rinse, Repeat,
But the blood you've stained my hands with wont come off,  
Hands reach tenderly into the bloodstained water touching raw vigorously scrubbed skin,
"Let me save you where the others broke you"
His touch restores clarity, brings redemption,
Like you promised me with yours,  
Yet I become a manhandled puppet stringed by machiavellian flatteries,
Yes God, I will God, Never Leave me God,  
Though your gaze never glanced at me,
"A blinded man cant see truth"
Truth that you are my god no more,
A toy, a mistress, a pawn freed from her chains.  
Written by Asylumpoet49 (TwistedJinxedOne7)
Author's Note
This is about someone helping me wake up from being manipulated by a Sociopath
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