I Ask You To Wail
He got me a lovely casket
where memories still find me
where it's dark and clear
He was my godess of violence
master of abuse and
teacher of submission
His distorted mind
his sick soul
liked the control
I once dreamt of love
so i lived in silence
and covered my bruises
I ask you to wail
before it's dark and clear
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