Think of Me

Think of me as delicate, crippled and easy for you to destroy; crawling on my hands and knees, a burned and sickly looking toy. Think of me as enslaved, trapped inside your hands doomed and drenched in a lifetime of heart wrenching terror, forced to meet your demands. Think of me as a stiffened corpse, drained by your relishing in my blood; My screams were covered by your laughter The fear became impenetrable, With only one look looming deep into your eyes: Sinister maddened by the sight of me As a blood-sucking hoarder, you can't help but need more.