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His Prisoner
I am trapped in his prison
And I’m almost passing out
Because I haven’t been sleeping
I’ve been living on stimulants
And I haven’t been eating
Meals replaced with cigarettes
Muscles cramping from straining
To continue their daily tasks
While I hide in the dark
And face my own nightmares
I choose to lose sleep and to starve
If it means I can work through this
Fucked up scenario in my head
That speaks in double standards
Confusion questioning my sanity
He manipulates with profanity
Preaching a verbal beating
His lecture meant to demean me
Fists of temper strike the walls
Screams left echoing down the hall
This is where I belong
I am left in his chains
They were there all along
Thought he had changed his ways
But the fucking truth is a cyclone
Cannot lean in its wake
I can see it so clearly
And I’ll have to be brave
If I’m to stray from his side
My fears doused in the day
When the lights are all bright
And he cannot dim or downplay
But I can’t even sneak away
Live in fear of his wake
Live in fear in his cage
He doesn’t even have a key
I stay very well trained
So scared to try to speak up
Scared he was right all along
Self-ashamed, I will look away
Please don’t look into my eyes
Please save me from his lies
Please tell me he is lying
Shake my cage, wake me up
From this nightmare I’m living
Free me from his chains
Free me from this craze
Can’t think straight now for days
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