Falling,
Lifeless and withered,
Silenced and bruised,
Enslave me,
Take me,
I’ll barely notice
You exist.
Failing,
Convicted and scarred,
Emanating fear from this turmoil.
Enslave me,
Beat me,
Will I care?
Intensity has washed away,
You can’t do anything worse to me.
Author notes
I still have to edit this. It's not very good, just some ideas.
Written January 5th, 2006
A contest entry
- Contest: Child Abuse by bookworm987.
300 points, ended January 17, 2006, 31 entries
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