I built her a prison dark and black,
To teach her some lessons,
Its walls are the darkest granite,
Chiseled from my hard heart,
Its bars forged from the steel,
I used in all my words,
Heated, molded, beaten and formed,
From the fear that I put in her,
The massive lock set and key,
I hung around her neck with spite,
Now she has broken free,
From the pain, rage and suffering,
I had heaped upon her heart,
And I find that I am a prisoner now,
In the prison I built for her.
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