Vengeance and Red Lace

He threw me away the other day,
Like an antiquated machine.
He spoke the deplorable word
And crushed all of my dreams.
He used me as an instrument of pleasure,
I was his angel of lust.
He disposed my agonizing heart
And turned my life to dust.

Forsaken in the darkness,
I've been waiting for the day,
When in malevolence i will strike him
And coerce him to say:
"I am sorry that i made you
Into a doll wrapped in red lace.
I am sorry that i caused you
To fall from your grace."

Secluded in the darkness,
All i think about is vengeance.
Awaiting the day of confrontation,
When I'll be free of his existence.