Reaper
You fucked me up
Bad.
You saw me.
Saw my soul.
Clean and fresh
And perfectly ripe.
You set your sights
And pounced.
That split second where fear turned into bliss
It clouded my pain,
Clouded your pain.
You ripped your claws into my heart.
Slash, tore
I Swore I was ok,
Till I burst
The pressure was finally to much
Emotions pour out of me like a burst artery
You thrived on my pain.
On my suffering
When I am drained, you leave me.
Helpless and alone
Yet you let me live
Live for your own selfish desires
You leave so I can heal
All the while you prey on others.
Once I am healed
You return.
A reaper with his scythe
Ready to strike once more
You fucked me up
You are fucked up
A creature of habit,
With no sign of change
For once, I am speaking for me
You are a monster
A myth, Some kind of fucked up fairytale
Legends like you are fueled by those who give into them
I gave in
Yet I finally escaped your labrinth
I was yours to hold
Till your hold became a vice
Squeezing to kill.
Like a toxin
Polluting my waters
Ruining my future
Becoming who i’m not
A puppet
Losing who I am
Me.