Morbid Muse

Sometimes, all a person knows is abuse...and they like it.

Morbid Muse

Break my will, because I like the abuse.
Leave me behind as I reach for my noose.
I am your morbid muse, so batter and bruise me.
Make me beg and my pain will set you free.
Make me stand naked and alone,
Shed my mask so scars are shown.
Let my suffering come to an end,
No more broken heart to mend.
As I take my last breath
and say 'I love you', I greet my death.