The Love Weapon

Love should not be a weapon
Yet I lie on the blood-soaked ground
Victim of your piracy
Choking on your words I am slain
An infested rag duct taped on my mouth
Gagging on your affirmations
I piece together a semblance of emotion
Now iron wrought
I'm unable to yield
Only behind closed doors
Can I see reprieve of the pent up-ed-ness
You "care" has brought out supplication
I'm now a lost drone


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