Yesterday a virgin; I was a woman. Pure.
Today I'm a junkie's plaything. Nothing more.
I claw my skin, wishing my whole being would fade,
Shaking slightly, I extend my hand for the blade.
The feel of cold metal sliding along my skin
Gives me a sense of satisfaction deep within
My besmirched body, matched with my unyielding rage.
You'd think I'd regret this, but my second foe's age.
I'm hypnotised by the sight of my crimson blood—
The prospect of my oncoming death is sooooo good.
The moment is shattered by him calling my name.
Almost like earlier. Luckily not the same.
In my sheer panic, I moronically scream.
He's created a nightmare that's broken my dream.
For him: glory. Me: torture. I hate his very touch.
I want to make him leave the blood loss is too much.
I woke up in hospital—a wreck—and you're here
I pretend to have amnesia, but you come near.
You squeeze my breasts and haunt my mouth. I wish to cry:
GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME. Inside, I die.