Exposed

He takes my heart in his tainted hand and Feels nothing at all. 
He sees the pain behind my eyes and manipulates my fall. 
He seeks out my weaknesses and plays upon my fears,
Then he takes me in his arms and wipes away my tears. 
Broken and damaged, he leaves me a mess on the floor,
Battered and bruised, I feel like a worthless whore. 
Playing me like a game, domesticating the Un-tame, 
Questioning what's real, I'm beginning to go insane. 
He thinks he makes me trust and believe when he so artfully does deceive, 
Destroy, Corrupt, position and weave,
That web of lies, that comforts my cries, as he looks into my eyes, something inside me dies,
Because I love him so much but I know it's a game, something to entertain, twisted and insane, braced for the pain, because my trust he once had he did not regain...
A puppet on strings, he watched me dance, 
Now I've lost everything, death would be a willing advance. 
So here I wait, riddled with love and hate, no clean slate, now  it's too late, im damaged by fate... No high to elate. 
And still she is there, the one you handle with care, the ones heart you won't tear... The one who sees you stripped bare. 
And I have nothing left to live for.