Blisters dance across ones skin in delight,
Heavy limbs lay flat on cold concrete,
Open wounds seep pus and fear in equal measure,
Scratch's bind broken nails in mere defeat.
Failed meetings never cease to amaze the victim,
Sex a horrid tool of power and dominance with men,
Tremble and excite those locked doors in your mind,
Pleasant does not seem to sooth or excite the pen.
No strengths can help you or divide the thoughts,
Taken innocence is not the issue, taken time is,
The win in that moment they certainly do,
Murder however is revenge and sweet in hands that wiz.
Fallen pillars of the community exposed to all,
Make no mistake they beat and cut us to out core,
As they lay sunken in coffins lined with led,
Tell yourself this, your no longer society's whore.