Paper
Spider webs have trapped me now,
Spider webs that burn.
Like the scar upon his flaming back,
With him I twist and turn.
He bends me into what he wants,
What I can never be.
All I want is to forget the past,
And that woman haunting me.
If I disobey, he brings them back,
And then are gone, like vapor.
He tears, I rip, He moves, I slip,
All I am to him is paper.