I am your dog.
That’s how it feels.
Beat me!
Make me kneel.
Lock me up.
In this metal cage.
If you hate me this bad!
Unleash your rage!
Let it all out.
So you can feel better.
Beat me again!
I am your debtor.
Maybe I’ll eat.
If you say I can.
Pour the slop.
Straight in the pan.
Now spray me down.
With a stinging stream.
Of freezing water.
Hear me scream!
Now you have control.
That’s what you wanted.
You got your safety.
But you left me haunted.
In a tapestry of ink, she finds her skin, A woman with tales woven within. Her body, adorned with symbols and art, But beneath the surface, her ego embarks. Each
Words ran out a long time ago Some will ask, “Where did they go?” Many will ponder but nobody knows My mind rode a box car to a distant land
Trying to weep, but the tears won’t come Life pressures building, wanna come undone I look for release in unique places Because I see the chagrin in familiar faces. I