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Crusade



You paint your crusade upon my skin,
Every drop of ink sinking in.

Scarring me like a war wound, hidden but never gone,
The stampede of feet in my head like a drum.
As the army of emotions charge through my mind,
The paint it flows, no words of kind.

You draw your sword and slice my flesh,
The blood trickling down like tears that are fresh.
I try to retaliate with words of abuse,
But you refuse to surrender, no sign of a truce.

You continue to taunt and laugh in my face,
Because to you I am just an easy blank space.
You can't stop, you're addicted, you don't want your fun to end,
The fear and the pain just starts to blend.

Stuck as a canvas no way of escape,
You watch my every move and punish my mistakes.

As you paint your crusade upon my skin,
Every drop of ink sinking in.