Loves Slave
I built this wet blind cave
In which to dwell
Some call it artistic
I call it burning hell
It taints my skin
My minds a race
My thoughts don't still
Stuck in this place
I wait silently
In the scratching grass
For my peace to come
For this nightmare to pass
I have felt the claws
Pain I can't let others see
Will this ever pass
Or last an eternity
The most beautiful creation
Bought me to this doom
The spell of love
Like a witches broom
My heart fell darkly deep
Into loves black ocean
kissed by aphrodiate
Like an evil potion
I wait for my pain to subside
Wait in my wet blind cave
Next time Love visits me
I shall not become It's slave
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