I lay close to the ground
Exhausted, gagged, and bound.
Life has drug me through thorns,
And beaten me mercilessly.
My hands have be grind down
So that I may not help myself.
My blood stains the floor
I screech out of agony
While these pangs deprive me
Joy and pleasure and happiness
Cannot be found within me.
For life has taken them from me.

In regards to her,
She has widened my wounds,
And poured salt inside of them.
She brings me to silence
Only my suffering can be heard.
She has conspired with life
To ensure that I live.
My torture will not be brief.
Life & love has impaled me.