You bear a mask of pain,
placed by a smiling face,

have given your arm to he
who proposed no harm,

and signed your back
with the name of that being,

who,

now seeing through your new
eyes,

finally realize,
bears that dagger not for protection,
but for *******
of your soul,

perpetration of it's defenestration,
you are nothing but his,
but is, but its,
but id,
a bottle of wildfire without it's cap,
that he puts his lips to and slams back,

There is no saving, there is no turning back,
you are his signature,
you are his cat.