Nothing Left
Nothing Left
Where shall I begin
Maybe with the burns upon my skin
My memories are still so fresh
Like the nails he pounded in my flesh
No one can hear my plea
Over the rattle of the chains binding me
My body he now owns
swinging the bat and breaking bones
Leaving me in a bloody heap
Feel the glass cutting deep
Freedom I cannot attain
His hands causing so much pain
Kissing me his final note
Using his knife and slitting my throat
Mercy I cannot hope to gain
I have nothing left except this endless pain
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