Silent Tyrant Heart

I ask of you silent heart, as i am bloody torn tired and hungry, to speak. Trials you put me through that seemingly have no meaning, no end, and no conquest. Constantly bleeding designs stain the ground i walk on, attire i wear is my blood soaked body from the  women  i call succubi  as i fool listen, trying to conquest evil hearts. The pain they put me through is constant for i carry the daggers still upon me when i try to sleep every movement piercing memories tearing me up inside. Patterns of pain all over my body, my shoulders, for the dark memories i carry so heavy. A voice so beautiful you used to have, so loud so sure, now i hear nothing. Clarity empowered your voice so that my decisions were true my quest and conquest for honest means. I rebel to no avail as i see a women i care to speak to you sew my mouth shut and even conspire with your old enemy brain to strike trembles across my body, making it impossible to let any one know how i feel. The ones you choose inspire a strange change upon me, for i am willing to forfeit my breath soul my very life for them yet as you choose i am forced to obey on bloody knees i kneel and comply, you have become a tyrant.