He demanded perfection Paint your face on 

Smile through this storm of foreshadowed failure 

Give it your all or hear about every flaw he catches on his radar 

Do not gain another pound 

Lose ten or he will find someone he deems suitable 

Until your spotlight ready 

Wear that dress he picked out or get bitched out 

Taste his fist if you speak without masters approval 

Let him Fuck you when he crawls atop you 

Or he’s going to claim your a selfish whore 

Or that your cheating 

Because he is going to force himself in anyways if you refuse 

After he kicks you in the stomach or chokes you until you turn blue 

Cover up that fresh black eye with Covergirl and Maybelline 

Smile and claim your fine 

When someone voices concern 

Because he is watching and you know one word out of context will be another cruel blow



About Into Oblivion

It's a midnight Kiss from Hell A sweet spell that Poetry sells to my shadowy mind I just like writing random poetry and shit
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