borrowed then betrayed
hurt and fear remains
my pain buried under my frame
broken in so many ways
doubt trickled through my soul
but still i had no control
the meander of charisma
truth or an enigma.
the key to match the fruit of the soul
the opening to my core
given everything but lusted for more
all torture and violence spared
without weapon he prevailed
a soldier with no mercy
trust which was unworthy.
is it right
to have no heart and still care
to be robbed of something rare
priceless but costly
honestly
does it seem fair..........
but the vengeance within
will not always remain
i promise just as you have stolen from me
so shall life be stolen from thee.