The games

He touched my spine with cold hands
Bringing me in to taste the beer on his breath
He grabbed at my wrist and dragged me around
As if I were his property, like I was enslaved

He liked to play games he said
Games of every ecstacy
He wanted to teach me to feel things
Everything but hurt he said

But pain, pain was his everlasting game...
The feel of his heart was cold and cruel
His every thought came to be my deepest fear
When his hand drew out of his pocket I knew to run

But I never did, I was enchanted by his voice
Everything he was
Whatever he did seemed to grab my heart
But I was addicted to his eyes

His lips coveted me, instructed me
They kissed my neck with a bitter distaste
It was then I pulled away,only to be dragged back in
Back into the whirlpool of which I just escaped

His hard hands stopped caressing my face
They started grasping and pulling my body close
I cried and I begged, I pulled and I bit
I scratched and I kicked and he only moved faster

I closed my eyes and I prayed
I prayed to the lord and I prayed to jesus
And my only response was a sharp pain as I crashed to the wall
Scarred and bruised from his once gentle touch

He was "just having fun"
He was sorry he pleaded, asked me for another round
I cried and I ran, I locked the door and I got my shit together
I cleaned myself up and peiced back my heart

I walked out the door, but once again his blue eyes caught me in a storm.
His hand slipped around my back
The other grasping a bottle

he took a swig before he told me
How he loved me so.
My mind again scattered and I came back again.
Back to him, back to cloud nine...

I don't know what I expected
But he locked that door again
And I crashed into the wall from his love
I staggered away with a bruise and a scar

The next day I tried to relax
He pointed a knife and dared me to leave...
I took a breath and sat down again...