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Preying on my innocence You carved up my flesh Pining for the taste of mutilation And the rotten aroma of decay That which fed you At the cost of my own starvation Making it all the more satisfying Than if I hadn’t given it willingly But I did And that captivated you Sharpened your teeth to fangs Filed your hands into claws Molded wanting into desperation Until you were no longer sustained by taking You needed to devour What point did my powerlessness serve If not vanquished by you My naive gaze saw care Where your glare was marked by hunger I walked into your arms Only to find they were a cage I do not wonder why you wanted such a thing I do not need to I know now The way that I didn't before That you had to be the one to relinquish me of my strength But that you could not take it You wanted me to be reminded of who left these marks on me But you needed me to know it was my own fault For offering up my youth so voluntarily Delivering it on a silver platter I had to know That you were the predator And I was the prey Enough for a meal But never to fulfill
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Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 11:35 PM UTC
My innocence on a platter
Preying on my innocence You carved up my flesh Pining for the taste of mutilation And the rotten aroma of decay That which fed you At the cost of my own starvation Making it all the more satisfying Than if I hadn’t given it willingly But I did And that captivated you Sharpened your teeth to fangs Filed your hands into claws Molded wanting into desperation Until you were no longer sustained by taking You needed to devour What point did my powerlessness serve If not vanquished by you My naive gaze saw care Where your glare was marked by hunger I walked into your arms Only to find they were a cage I do not wonder why you wanted such a thing I do not need to I know now The way that I didn't before That you had to be the one to relinquish me of my strength But that you could not take it You wanted me to be reminded of who left these marks on me But you needed me to know it was my own fault For offering up my youth so voluntarily Delivering it on a silver platter I had to know That you were the predator And I was the prey Enough for a meal But never to fulfill
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Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 11:35 PM UTC
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