Beauty and the Beast

I've spent years trying to pry myself out of this madness
And still my coat hangs by the door.
My clothes in the drawer.
Pictures of family hanging on your walls...
Misery and company, Lucifer and friends

Your taste in decor is terrible.
Your taste in friends is worse.

Or else I wouldn't be here, would I?
With you, in this humble abode
sipping on venom alongside your biscuits.
You are such a petty house guest;
Feeding me distasteful stories like food.

Your cooking could use some work.
Yet here I am, starving for it.

The music you play rings softly in my ears
as they bleed from the cries of others.
The eerie tunes fill the room.
As your fingers falter from the piano keys
I come to realize the weeping is my own.

Your lights have all burnt out
And I can't seem to find my clothes.

You've tied me to your bed.
I'm curtained by your sheets of loathing,
Your body covers me like a casket closing
I tear at these bonds hoping to escape,
Breaking my own skin instead.

You aren't such a gentleman after all.
But I guess you never claimed to be.

How was I so groomed for this?
That you found me so willing
You had me with one look.
One crook of your finger and I crawled
into your palms, into your home, into your bed.

I could have sworn
I never wanted this.