You, of steely eyes,
shall never see of what you've done to me.
You have trapped me as your slave,
forced me to your bed,
by orders against your will.
You take no pleasure from my warmth.
Your chilly mask resolved,
that I too feel the same,
in which I would agree.
These passing month of agony,
of lying by your side,
cannot damped my anger,
for your master who decides,
that you and I should be incased together,
a torture I could not deny.
The fear of death a constant nagging,
in the back of my mind.
But as the days have passed me by,
I look apon you now,
and feel my resolve begin sway,
as all your faults you cannot hide in the light of day,
are not as clear to me now,
for my feelings I believe have changed.
You never touched what wasn't yours,
but I saw it in your eyes,
the gradual change of what we were,
to wishing it was more.
And all I have to do is open up the door,
and let you in my heart,
but I fear that once I let you in,
From you, I'll never want to part.
You, of steely eyes,
shall never see of what you've done to me.
You have slipped inside my heart,
forced me to admit,
that I no longer hate you.
But love against my will.
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