You wound me unknowingly, wretch my heart out from inside my chest and twist and puncture the organ repeat ably, marking me with your cold words. Your level gaze does not seem human at all but rather like a ravenous beast's. I expect you to growl threateningly, foam at the mouth, go to your knees in front of me, and use those sharp claws of yours to slice open my stomach, and release my entrails for the world to see. This flesh of mine is riddled with numerous invisible scars, all cast upon me by the same cause: your violent possessive love.

The depths of hell must have become trapped in your eyes, for when anyone has the audacity to even touch me, talk to me, your true form crawls out of it's human disguise and snarls in barely suppressed contempt, eyes glowing as if someone had begun a fire inside of their depths. I am your possession, a doll made only for you to dress, caress, a thing for you to do with as you please, for I have no voice to protest against your sometimes harsh and unusual punishment.

You leave me wanting, trapped in the throes of passion, just about to cross the gates of paradise, and pull back, eyes grown emotionless, and features set in a neutral position, concealing whatever thoughts you are having as you watch me suffer. I both loathe and treasure you, the two sides often meet in conflict, and I am trapped between the two, an observer made helpless by their own consciousness.

Do you know what it is to have not a name, or personality to lay claim to? The only name that ever drops from your lips is that of 'lover,' but I am not just your lover. I am your discarded conscience, your appearance; I take away all your faults and bring your strengths to the forefront, beckoning upon them as one draws upon water. I make you believe you are human, when you obviously exist on the plane of another world altogether, so strange and abstract you appear to me.

When I wake with the first falling ray of sunlight at the bedroom window, and feel my heart come alive and beat furiously inside the ribcage of my chest, as my eyes fall upon the long and lanky figure known as you. You call me yours but I wonder if can I apply the endearment both ways? Are you mine, to do with as I see fit or am I just a possession to lay claim to, and nothing more?

As I watch you slumber, I lose sight of the consciousness known as myself, and become you for a brief fleeting instant, feel my heart beat synchronize your own, and experience the ultimate joy. It is with both extreme trepidation, and frightening delight that I realize I have fallen in love with you, a doll which should not feel, should not want, has evolved beyond it's abilities and become human.