My heart goes out to you,
With your infalliable facade.
Your need to become the Adonis,
Just to keep her interested.
Your tears, blood, and sweat mean nothing to this Fox.
Your her toy now,
As she was once to you.
Whatever you once stood for,
No longer exsists.
You must Dress like this,
You must Talk about this,
You must Eat this,
You must Watch this,
You must become this person,
Now become something "More",
Now Love her like this.
She thrives on your pain,
Enjoys your misery,
And Laughs at your useless attempts in becoming her Master.
She submits to no one,
And now your her thing.
Nothing more.
Just alot more less.
