Every night he turns into devil
He beats me until I bleed
As if my pain satisfies him
As if I am the reason he is suffering
Never realizing who the actual sufferer is
Never being human with me
I the source of pleasure for him
I no more than breathing doll
He abusing me every time
He turning into monster
I scared and silent
Seems as if I have no speech
Same as my existence
Blank, dark and seeking tranquility.
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