Manipulated

In a kingdom full of storms
I felt obliged to to admire the formes
That played rage - that played rage
Back into my memories slamming
All my soul within me jamming
To warn me about the ferocity
Quoth the savage, 'Mind the slamming!'
Through which came breaking, breaking, breaking
What could there be more purely heartbreaking?
Of the bravery's that is faking
The heartless heathen hammering
Back into my memories bloodying
Take thy beating from out my heart
And so I screamed, 'Is that a maltreatment?'
The abuseful aggressiveness anguishing
To warn me about the victimisation
That harsh embitterment - that harsh embitterment
Through which came busting, busting, busting
It threw its ghost against the clenches
The brutality seemed happy lusting
The exuberance smiled
Long I stood there leaning, entrusting
The bloodiness smiled
Through which came bending, bending, bending
The demoniac distractedness defrauding
Quoth the whoring, 'Mind the mending!'
While I pondered, ill-treated and marauding
Defeat - defeat - defeat!
It threw its ghost against the hurricanes
The bruising laughed
And so you came gently screeching
All my soul within me reaching
The boundlessness brought such sorrow
The punishing ptsd preening
I was a loser and you a trauma
The neutralization smiled
Take thy abuse from out my heart
The abusive aloneness assaulting
Restart, restart!