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He has a belt of a hand 

When he touches you

You will feel punished for 

Something you never invited

And nothing you would ever wish for 

Zen is where you want to go

But there is no welcome to what he makes you feel.

I wish to god

That someday he would die

And I’d forget 

All the unlocked doors 

inside my head

That everyone 

already ignores 

I did not beg

I never asked 

Why in the fuck don’t 

You just give up the entrapment of my soul