Lamb

Do you like the feel of your hands, wrapped around my throat Looking into my eyes with disdain, as you choke away my hope Do you wish to stain my coat, a deep and glossy red Will it give you waves of pleasure, knowing that i am dead Do you like to lead me through your field, happily to my demise Does it give you comfort in your core, the sadness in my eyes Do you enjoy hurting those around you, who are trusting or who are meek Or is it only me, here and now, because in your eyes, i appear weak Well, you will not lead me to slaughter, not even in my mind Im not your sacrificial lamb, no I'm not, not this time.