A Thread For Each Tear Shed

Hung from a rope of regret
Each thread for a tear shed
But this is just a dream
An emphasis on reality
A nightmare worse than hell
Which is a knife cutting me open
You caressed my heart in your gentle hands
Then tore it out to be placed on a platter
And fed to the hungry demons of your game
I find myself caught in between your clenched fist
When will I break free?
When will it be my chance to rise?
I'm losing hope faster than I can gain
The light is so far from here
My broken wings mend
Time to rise
I escape into the hands of my real savior
I've stopped putting trust in people
They're so imperfect
Why would I anyway?
When I'll be safe forever
In the hands
The loving and gentle hands
Of my savior