I dance with my master...
I am a slave..
A slave with no purpose
I serve to let others enjoy life..
A slave doesn't have a say..
They simply are robots...
Have no purpose or thought of life
A victim of pain and suffering..
An easy slave.
I fell to be the slave to love..
Love was never kind..
As love never really cared what happened..
As long as I served..
Others were happy...
Love choked me with sweet moments
Love teased me with sorrows
Love tortured me slowly...
Never once did love look back and say sorry...
Never one did they look back and asked if I was alright...
All I did was tear up and say..
"I'm f-fine master.."
They didn't think..
But continued to torture me..
Painfully and slowly..
Time does tell...
When a servant has had enough