She is my princess, my world, and my life,
On good days she knows this when my mind is right,
On bad days she hides from the Devil within,
Anger captures me as my heart grows cold again,
I see her fear as she protects from each blow,
The rage releases but continues to grow,
Her cuts and bruises are hidden from my site,
The power of manhood savored but without delight,
Ive been mind fucked, conquered, taken over without control,
A devil, a spirit, an invader has taken my soul,
And for a moment that seems like a year,
I act like a savage, headlights to a dear,
I still remember that look in her eyes,
Now shes gone, so I drink as I suffer, left only to cry
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