Acting As Your Slave

My hand asleep for hours

waiting for the needles to begin

I have no control

they proceed to penetrate my skin

acting as your slave I drink for amber waves

I never have embraced

acting as your slave I drink an open grave

an epitaph defaced

killing with compassion

she hasn't heard a word that I have said

swallowing your passion

I can see a thousand miles ahead

acting as your slave I drink for barricades

that I have often raised

acting as your slave I numb my head and rave

of epitaphs defaced

acting as your slave I drink while she forgave

with trials left unfaced

acting as your slave I stumble to her grave

an epitaph defaced