Millie's Song

He demolished my world with his sledgehammer glance.
There was never a mention of love nor romance.
I knew it. Yes, knew it, but worshipped him still
And I did and I do and I swear that I will
Not be swayed by their preaching, their bitter advice.
They tell me his beauty is but a disguise

For the evil within; they don't seem to care
That I dwell with him, therefore I'm fully aware
Of what demons and devils reside in his head!
Aware, but a masochist? Brainwashed? Misled...?
That could never be. I choose to exist
In this hell, at his mercy, subdued by his fist.

He's beautiful. Am I such an ingrate
That I answer his passion and ardour with hate?
I don't want it. No, I don't want it, I say!
Self-assertion? Oh, Christ. He should lock me away!
For what right have I to these graces and airs?
I blaspheme in bed and I don't say my prayers.