I surrender, heart and soul to your unyielding demands. I crumble at your feet waiting for your harsh reprimands. Mercy is a myth that I do not expect nor care to receive. I choose this punishment though it's harsher than you may believe.
Your will I bend to, your bidding is what I seek to do. Nothing can compare to the wrath I feel when I disappoint you. Pain and torture is what I know I will gain. Just for being in your presence the scars will long remain.
This body, this life is nothing without the reassurance of your glance. Some may call me demented, others just the victim of circumstance. They know nothing of the joy that you do bring. They only see the terror that in my face does ring.
They tell me that love should be cherished, that I should be your charm. Not a hand should reach out towards me with the intent of harm. Do they not see that it's the pain that makes me this way? Can they not understand this is my choice no matter what they say?
One day I will not awaken, I will lie with lifeless eyes. I will begin a new journey one filled with honesty instead of lies. That is my aim, my goal in this cruel world. To see beyond the anguish that man has unfurled.
