Now, are you pleased?

With your door
so low
I have to come
crawling on
my knees
I am walking
on all fours
Now,
are your pleased?
In chains
I am dragged
Free me
I cry
But
I am the one
with
the jagged-teeth knife
in hand
I must kill
things
they taught
Unpeel
the layers
they painted
on me
I will melt
these windowless
icy walls
of love
Those
cauldron
of lust
will
paint
your feverish
forehead
and you
will come
crawling
I will give in
no more
to promises
and sickly sweet
scented flowers
and glittering stones

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