His Pleasure, My Pain
*HIS PLEASURE, MY PAIN*
The cruelty amidst human.
Cruel like a living beast,
With his rare violin skill.
The pains, my unseen tears,
Serves as his pleasure.
I'm being used against my wish.
I'm powerless; I'm just a loner.
A loner with a blur vision.
Call me the human violin,
With no strings but I crack my rib for sounds.
I felt it; the torture of his bow.
I bleed silently for mercy,
But, my violinist turned a deaf ear,
The upbeat tone,
His favorite, but my pain.
I want freedom!
I want to be free from the musical world.
I just want a peaceful life,
To be away from art.
Like lightening in the sky
My back is full of lashes.
Drew to serve my master wishes.
I want FREEDOM.
Music hurt my passion
I just want a pleasant life.
©WG_??eticulous??
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