When the whip came down on you
Was it my blood that stained the leather?

In intimate moments
As we laid bare our scars
I truly believed that
None matched like ours

Before the mental lacerations
Bridled our voice
And we were burdened with
The indignity of choice

Did you blame yourself
For the beatings you took?

Did you look upon
Your master with pity?
As I looked upon
Mine with rage?

Is that why I'm still
Locked inside this cage?

Still I must wonder
Even after your escape
If beauty bought you freedom
Or a new set of chains