Prisoner of Love

The pain,
the shame,
I am so weak.
Your touch,
so cold,
so cruel,
leaving brusies upon my soul.
Your kisses are like razer blades,
cutting,
slicing,
scarring my heart,
leaving a trail of crimson blood,
where ever your lips touch.
The chains that bound me here,
tighting around my wrists,
leave me feeling so empty,
as you stand there with eyes like cold steel,
that mocking smirk upon your cruel face.
Whisper my name,
never shall you set me free.
Forever I am destined to be here,
your prisoner of love.