My Soul to Take

 

My body needs to heal...

    But not by your hands; 

            For you are the one who broke it. 

And I remember back 

       To the the times, 

I used to lay there and take it. 

   The feeling then...

    How deeply depraved, 

  To be healing in your arms. 

You'd break me down, 

     And then turn around, 

And embrace me up to heal it. 

  The trauma sits 

In weakened limbs,

  No gusto in my soul. 

You have come around, 

    As so I knew...

And it's heavily taking its toll.