'Twas a four-walled hell;
one Mary burned existence
when her spirit freely fell
on devotion of Satan's;
the window-less captive
of the beauty she suffered,
sealed her hope away
locked by promises of brothers;
knotting down her throat
by muscled mere fingers,
splashed her cheeks against
clawed palming that hinders
beauty-powered voice;
when turned stitched all over
by the terrors and pain
she's escorted as lover;
'twas a four-walled hell;
one Mary burned existence
where her heaven pleaded spell
to wither her resistance;
by this exit-less prison,
she kissed rough engagement,
she screamed out what poison
that charged her enslavement;
but the breathers outside
have deafened their pairs;
blurred sensing long for
involvements won't clear;
gone raging the flames
still, apathy bears
for 'twas an open-lived hell
and I too...I lived there.
