I stopped hoping a long time ago
There's no point, no ones coming for me
They've left me for dead or even worse missing
I've been kept for so long I can't remember what my brothers or friends look like
They wouldn't recognise me if they saw me now
Dirty, bloody, hopeless, broken, nothing
Not the strong, stubborn, tough, grumpy tea drinking drunk that they remember
The Lord has been broken
I'm beaten for His entertainment,
Just to hurt the one he's truly after
But cannot touch
I guess it's one of those hurt a loved one, hurt the hero things
Only i don't think its worked
If it had, then I would have been saved by now wouldn't I?
Or He would have put his target in here with me
I don't care what happens now I just want this to stop.
Each time I'm hit harder than the last then left in a puddle of my own blood
Dragged back to the cell, bound up again and left,
Another puddle forms on the uneven stone slabs underneath me
And I just lie there not moving
Lying on my side because everywhere else it hurts.
With each passing moment more grime builds up on me and more blood oozes out.
With each passing moment I come closer to yet more torture.
Then dragged, bound, left, hit and finally left in peace only to start the cycle again.
When will it stop?
When will He let me go?
These days are the same,
In every detail.
Please let it stop?
I want to go home.
Daddy please make Him stop.