A L O N E I L I E

By Jaded Jezzabelle

I lie alone
naked and bruised
before a cold unfeeling
MASTER
who takes the whip of happiness
and beats me mercilessly
with it

I am B L E E D I N G
every blood red drop feeds thousands
yet will not go down my parched throat
I stare up for what seems like eternity
lost within moonlight I no longer dream

I am no more
as i bend and cower
before this fraudulent MASTER
who is so inconspicuously addictive
a mere shell of what I once was
continuously he beats me and laughs
reaping joy from my tormented screams

Wounded and torn
the sting of the whip consumes me
its all I know
with tormented screams I beg for it
my body aches and I cry out
pleading to be punished
until I lay naked and bleeding
cowering before him
one of thousands
alone

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Copyright 2004 Jadedwings
Published on Sunday, January 18, 2004.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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