Song of a Slave
In the darkest room
In the bleakest corner
There I lay
Lash wounds across my skin
Dried blood upon my lips
A whimper strangles my throat
And you stand at the doorway
With menace in your eyes
And hatred in your heart
But somehow
Deep inside me
I love you
And when the sun kisses my skin
I hope in a moment of clarity
You see me in a new light
A human born
Just like you
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