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The Captive

Tongue is tied 

Throat is dry

Eyes open wide

I can\'t deify 

 

A demon stuck 

Deep inside 

I reach to pluck 

His darling bride 

 

A crippled blonde 

Connected by

An unwavering bond 

Of self decry

 

She cries and struggles 

To break free

Tears of blood 

From captivity 

 

They slowly trickle down her hip

She knows her smiles\' starting to chip 

 

She soldiers on 

As not to worry 

Her family\'s hearts 

As she continues to burry 

 

the gobblins and ghosts deep inside 

invading her home 

She runs to hide

 

The last glimmer of hope 

As she struggles to breath 

the tears start to choke

the blood fully wreaths 

 

a life without mercy 

a husband of hate 

She was never worthy 

of a better Fate