Pushing, forcing,
radiating cold, and bitterness.
You need to harm and control.
I lie here bruised, and battered
Limp is my soul,
hanging out to dry
I feel the stabbing beam
from your evil eyes.
The smirk on your face
will be your demise
Imprisoned, restrained,
lock your demons inside
Unable to hurt again.
I am free
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