Slaughtered And Butchered

I will not live to die to justify your greed.
With an oath and promise to climb out of this pit.
If only for a little bit.
The sentimental value of being free.
Doing as you please.
Responsibility all your own.
Caution is a given.
No one to protect.
Love so so absent, and yet.
A love for the world and all that's around me.
As I move so emotionless, I still move.
Not yet frozen that cold.
With a numbness I grab the icicles behold.
No pain, no apathy to those creatures sliver across the floor.
A actuality when it is not my fault.
Still I get blamed.
A question of where was I like I should have been their.
But for who, those who believe I'm a piece of meat to be continually used?
Slaughtered and butchered.
No mercy, no hesitation with heads hanging on the wall and there's money to be made.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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