My Own Living Hell

His licks His pouty lips,

He grins that chesmire grin,

And I shudder with just a touch,

From his silk fingertips.

His hair the color of a ravens wings,

Black and blue like the bruises he leaves on my skin,

Dotted like pokka dots across my fragile body,

Imprints of how I'm owned by Him.

Hunger in his azure eyes,

Blood dripping from the corner of his mouth,

With my blood he writes on my arm,

It glows a crimson red words spelling out.

He gently says He loves me,

He whispers seductively He wants me,

He harshly says I am only His,

But I can't resist his sinful kisses.

There's nothing I can change,

There's nothing I can tell,

I can only wait until I'm saved,

From my own living hell.