I wake up possessed, all of me resisting
He’s got me now, his fatal mistake
I am compressed inside and abhor this feeling
Holding my heart burns his skin into flakes
I maybe enslaved but he is the victim
Gross error in judgement, human boy
He chose me now, out of the millions
He volunteered to be engulfed and destroyed…

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