I am your mistress and your slave
I am your mistress and your slave,
I hate you - yet I still forgive.
And while you live in me, I crave,
In ash and harvest I still live.
You are the image of all sin,
So quiet - yet rebellious flame.
By your dominion locked within,
No moon, no hope - I see no aim.
You tear me open from inside,
The world collapses, sinks away.
All that you’ve done, whate’er you tried,
Awakens only my dismay.
I fight, I try not to become
A faded shadow of your pain.
Scratching the walls till fingers numb,
Yet every door I miss again.
I am your mistress and your slave,
I hate you - yet I still forgive.
And while you live in me, I crave,
In ash and harvest I still live.
You are the refuge just for me,
A fragile purple in the dust.
Upon my knees, my lady, see
Release me, let me breathe, I must.
I’m real as much as I can be,
The hell of ruin only grows.
Within your willing captivity,
No one, no thing - salvation knows.
I am your mistress and your slave,
I hate you - yet I still forgive.
And while you live in me, I crave,
In ash and harvest I still live.
I am your mistress and your slave,
I hate you - yet I still forgive.
And while you live in me, I crave,
In ash and harvest I still live.
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