Bruiser and Abuser

Somewhere there's a boy in me
trapped with the one who wears a rosary
Scriptures never escape his head
He does as he is told and gobbles the lies he has fed.

With the swallow the mind is disillusioned
When the tongue touches.. taste his own delusion.
Passion felt till there is nothing left
tears fell when he saw the child undress himself
What was a boy as man becomes deeply flawed
A man who is licking his past wounds off
The child that surrounds him becomes his bruiser
and what was once a victim becomes an abuser.

...~

Thinking about a little masala story which is kinda related about the stuff up there hehe..thinking about this during exams -_- i am do dead! :p