His Abuse Is Her Remedy

The December turns her heart to stone making her look unnoticeable to he that beat her, till his hands is sore and turns numb. leaving her to be his display called love; Giving eyes invitation to be her humiliation. His abuse is more then her remedy, it keeps her floating constantly, ripping through her from the inside out, bringing her to reach her climax. Sick huh? but that's how she get her fix, draining the life out of her hopeless frame. Turns her heart into steel making her feel like she don't have no acceptance in the world. So used to his abuse that keeps her in route, screaming for anyone to hear her reavealing horrors, that keep her living unlit. If that isn't love then what is? If abusing my mind, body and heart make you a man, then life is my redemption for a new amelioration. But I'm to addictive to you're contact that keeps me lusting for you more.