I Am Your Servitor

I’m just your servitor, here to serve your every need Where I am wholly here to serve to your every whim Crawling on my hands and knees until they bleed Trapped within these chains wrapped around my limbs Crawling in your footsteps I will follow you Accepting my punishment for not loving you enough You now having the power to make me do I wallow in my own self-pity until my life you snuff My eyes blackened with depravity my urge for you is so great My empty soul emptied at your feet as I lust you more Dying a thousand times into an unconsciousable state My crumbled body lying where it has died so many times before I am grasping at your ankles, pleading to take me more Where your rejection of me fuels what bit of me is left I will never have my own respect, or ever learn the score My lonely aching heart wallowing in its own bereft This ball and chain you suffer; not of your own making Her own depravity set upon you, in its own sheer wanton state Deserting her and punishing her, and leaving her forsaking No pity given to her, of her own fantasy world she alone did create A servitor of her own making, here only to serve your every need You may not want her, but she lives within her own ignorance Where the more you make her suffer, the more her internal greed As her depraved bleeding soul pleas for your final deliverance