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??