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His gaze cold as stone 
Sticks and stone breaks bone 
But words are like a knife to the heart 
He knows my heart inside and out 

We are both creatures of the night 
Though I try to fight 
He smiles a cold smile 
He causes a pain so vile 

We are bound by blood 
He can control me 
O. . .he can try 
I'll fight if it's the last thing I do 

Torture something that he inflicts with great pleasure  
He said I brought this on myself it's my fault 
My blood for him a treasure 
The chains gives him much more pleasure 
Than the knife 

"Like calls to like. "

Till next time 

Love 
   
Scarlett