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Monday, August 15, 2011

Yours

Gather my secrets
Probe my weaknesses
Molding and shaping
Take the clay of my mind
Make me yours

Shrouded in darkness
Take me deeper into the night
Where the demons of your soul
Seek the corruption of mine
Bind me in layers
Tear the sanity from my mind
Keeping me helpless
Dependent on you

Gather my secrets
Probe my weaknesses
Molding and shaping
Take the clay of my mind
Make me yours

Chains that hold me
Captive to your wicked ways
Watching the life I led
Stripped from who I will become
Bittersweet abyss
Pain and pleasure
Always one more step to take
Will this nightmare never end

Gather my secrets
Probe my weaknesses
Molding and shaping
Take the clay of my mind
Make me yours

Surrendering to your will
Broken and beaten down
Like a phoenix rising from the ashes
Now born anew
Protected and cherished
Never could envision
How sweet true freedom tastes
I am yours

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