Nail Me

I'm a slave and you're a master, an unfaithful lover, my executioner.
You are the one that I adore, the only one I was waiting for.
I know you very well. Your innocent shape, warm wooden body and cold iron head.
You are superior to me, because I'm only a piece of rusty steel.
A meeting destined to happen. Promises we must fulfill.
Now it's the time, when we'll become one.
And before you meet another one, I will be gone.
I can feel your strenght, but I'm not afraid.
A swift swing and a strong hit, sudden touch of your skin.
I know, we won't be together again, we must separate.
Although our bond didn't last long, it did change my world.
Now I'm a part of something else, and you're again in somebody's hand.
Don't feel sorry or worry, my destiny is the other story.

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