Lonely One

Lonely One

I am lost,
Forgotten
and unloved;
Look into my glassy eyes;
see the pain,
see the lonely on within.

The abuse
I could not stand;
A monster I became;
No remorse I feel,
in my frozen heart;
I do not remember kindness.

Kicked pain is absent,
but deep down it hurts;
Under the suface skin,
I feel only ice that has sweltered.

I desire to bite
the boorish, the brutal, the beastial,
heartless and cruel;
I yearn for the blood taste,
but I fear the whip of dicipline
that awaits if my mouth strikes.

In my dim, dull den,
cold and dulorous,
I starve;
He forgets to feed me;
It's crazy,
but i try to please him.

My strength,
like a fierce beast that I am,
is known;
To shreads I could rip him,
but I will not;
My loyalty to him strong,
the attension from him I get
is better than none at all.

Oh how I long for
him to scratch my belly,
or stroke my fur,
that is as soft as an otter,
and as thick;
But he will not;
Wish cease.

No love,
no attension
in this world
could melt the ice within;
My reward Death,
the gift I long for.