I
had never thought about how lethal his touch could be
I
had never thought about his hands being the weapon
He
who had pledged to take care of me
To
treat me equal and respect my identity
He
himself grabbed my dignity and threw it away
He,
who had vowed before the sacred fire
To
hold me above all
Stands
prepared to make a deal of me
He,
who had joined hands with me in this priceless tie
Stands
prepared to burn me into the same fire for money
The
scars on my skin are the proof
Of
how lethal his touch was
Yes,
he was a weapon
Disguised
in the mask of life
He
scratched my skin and pierced my soul
And
hanged his wishes onto the holes
I
wished for a home
But
he, he gave me a cage
Where
his mates and acquaintances
Threatened
me and fed me with crap
My
throat lost its voice
And
my eyes lost their sight
But
I could still feel his hands
Moving
upon my body
Pressing,
rubbing and squeezing it
Extracting
the life out of it
The
bonds of purity
Became
the ropes of slavery
He
trapped me into a prison called marriage
He,
my husband, my soulmate
Took
away my very own self from me
Cos
he didn't want me
He
wanted my body
And
the savings in my bank account
He
was my husband
Who
tore me apart
But
I, I was his wife too
With
more rage in me
And
even more fire inside me
I
finally stood up on my own feet
My
ornaments became my weapons
My
body my strength
My
courage shouted out
And
I hit him on his face, hard
His
nose started bleeding
It
was sensitive though
Not
like him
The
spark from within me
Burnt
him into ashes
Yes,
he was my husband
And,
he was ONCE alive
