By Alexi Howk - [email protected]
I see you,
You don�t see me.
I hear you,
You don�t hear me.
I cry,
You don�t cry for me.
My world is lonely, filled with fear and imprisonment.
I pace frantically in my cage,
back and forth,
back and forth.
I hate my skin, that breeding fur ground.
I�d rather be naked and free.
My captor comes and takes me away,
To the dark den that awaits my worth.
Plyers and electrical wires attached to my anal,
A push of the button sparks the electricity,
Convulsing,
Convulsing,
Convulsing.
I am motionless,
I am speechless,
I am free.
I don�t see you,
You see me.
I don�t hear you,
You hear me.
I don�t cry.
You don�t cry for me.
In your eyes, I�m worthy on your back.
I love my skin, that deathbed that ends my misery.
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