Run it around my neck, place the collar and pull me back, I'm yours. Mistreat me then feed me to the dogs, clean me up and tell me that you love me before you kill me.

I'm your abuser, I'm the abused. The days hit hard both ways, the punches I've pulled are the wounds I've inflicted on myself.

   Turn the fire up, kiss me long before you throw me in the mud. I'll carry the sins too heavy for you as long as you're mine before you kill me. Before I disappear.

I'm the abuser and yo abuse me back, the silences are sharper than knives, they're the ignorance that's taking and eating away our lives.

   Bury me in the ground so I can save your space when you come visit me again.