To see such a beautiful creature made me feel such a warm sensation inside of my cold stone body. But, such beautiful creation can have dark cracks in its clear glass.
For she treated me like a slave, while I treated her like a queen. To give such royal things and to be in returned by a whip of misery. To beg for life and to barely get it in your soul. To be thrown into the dark dungeon of heartache and torture. To cry over someone who barely gives you a glance.
I am a slave. And she is my queen. I must serve her.
