Slave Of Romance

I recollect on the reaction I had to the crackle of the whips. 

What seems like thunder fills the air.

Kneeling to the ground, lightning striking the fields.

Shots ring out, it sounds like civil war.

All the revenge I ever sought after was finally in store.  

Planning on the day I was set free from your plantation.

The thought sounded happy, but here came the recollections.

I thought about the pain and scars, all due to your discretion.

Your words were everlasting, and you still had a grip.

Nowhere in sight, but I still heard that whip.

Crackling like thunder, shots and whips fill the air.

Just another of your victims attempting to become free.

 I hear this story all the time, but now the victim is me.

Not even for a moment did I think I would miss this pain and succumb to you and be your slave of romance.

But, I did.