In the guise of love, a darkness creeps,
A slow poison that seeps, and a heart that weeps.
A bond that's strong, yet toxic and cold,
A relationship that chokes, and a soul that grows old.

The whispers of sweet nothings, turn to venomous spite,
The gentle touch, now a grip that ignites,
The love that once bloomed, withers away,
Leaving scars that remain, night and day.

The mask of control, hides the truth from sight,
A manipulation that distorts, and a heart that takes flight.
The victim is lost, in a sea of pain,
A prisoner of love, with no escape to gain.

But still, a glimmer of hope, a light in the night,
A chance to break free, and take flight.
For love shouldn't hurt, it should heal and mend,
Not a weapon to wield, but a gentle friend.

So let us rise, and shatter the chains,
And find the strength, to love again.
For in the shadows of abuse, we'll find the light,
And a love that's true, will guide us through the night.