Trapped
Follow me my dearest one
Allow me to show the way to perfection.
Lay your head in my hands
For I’m about to give an explanation.
You are fat my love.
A waste of total and complete space
But do not worry for dear Ana is here.
I will love you when no one else will.
I will stay when you break down.
You will crawl to me on your hands and knees
Tears streaming down your ugly face
Begging me to help you,
To make you stronger.
I will stay
I will love
You will obey
You stupid dove.
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