The walls pictures stared us down,
from jiminy cricket to bozo the clown.
Your smile became a frown,
and I knew you were not sound,
for when the beast ever came 'round
your lil' hell became my playground.
I turn you over and send you on your way,
you beg and scream but its a game I don't play.
Your shaking legs are trembling over my workbench,
after being told you are a whore, a wench.
The displeasure is not easy to hide,
as I place my hands at my sides.
Your crying has left me jaded,
the love I once had for you has long ago faded,
its long reaches are now receded.
and the hope you had of us being equal,
is clearly defeated,
you are just another soul whom I have depleted,
I turn to leave, I have had my fill.
Sandalwood and smoke is all you smell.
Welcome to my playground,
your personal hell.
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