The Bitter Version

This sometimes cruel reality I am forced to live Another participant in this play I would happily give The fault is no ones; nothing could change It is their right to choose a shackled cage My defenses are instant, careful not to stray Before these temptations I long to submissively lay Oh, demon, please come conquer my soul Be damned to those who think me a fool Entrance is sweet, like a gentle man's caress You slowly take hold of my organs, flood, and flesh Tears escape from the vessel once numb For the vast life I could barely overcome A vacant smile reflects the depths of my possession Never to regret my true last decision Sudden awareness breaks the form of my illusion Silent despair intertwines my torture and confusion