Prisoner of a Victim (Version 1)

Prisoner of a Victim (Version 1)

A Poem by Rachel Faith Darrow
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If you would have me love you, just as much as you hurt me; the prisoner of a victim who just chose not to be.

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May I be your murderer and your savior?
i want to see you bleed
I bless your precious smile
the breath in my lungs as I sing

 

If you would have me love you
half as much as you hurt me
the prisoner of a victim
who just chose not to be

 

I'm still washing your name from my lips
oh, to feel it on my tongue!
and to have your eyes recieve it
but you didn't say mine once

 

Who to blame? Only me
I'm sorry for my agony
destruction of a prisoner
who fears the grey reality

 

if you would have me love you
half as much as you hurt me
the prisoner of a victim
who just chose not to be

 

your transgression
my confession
that you just chose not to see
But I'm dead that I'd still love you
just as much as you hurt me

 

to be so brave
to here you say
my name at long last
and to hold your body close in silence
just because I can
to sing sweet praises in your ear
to have the burns and scars cleared

or

to see you bleed under my fist
until you feel what it was you did
and to watch your tears become you
to see your cheeks stained and blued

 

but you know the real me
you will laugh, rest assured
by your praises that I sing
and from them you do confirm
the truth i know
you already see,

 

I would ever hurt you
as much as you loved me.

© 2013 Rachel Faith Darrow


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Added on February 22, 2013
Last Updated on February 22, 2013
Tags: heartbroken, original, desire, pain, burning, violent, anger, kill, love, rage, rage and love, to see you bleed, darling i want to destroy you

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Rachel Faith Darrow
Rachel Faith Darrow

The Labyrinth just beyond the Goblin City, CA



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