waiting patiently for my resurrection as flames lick wildly at my flesh someone once said to me, solemnly, "through the fire we're born again," only in a baptism of holy white serpents, can i cleanse my skin of your hands
it was my turn i suppose to be broken down to my atoms, shattered like cosmic debris in the sickening dark, as it had once been waylie's or even poor valerie's, bitten too ravenously to be veiled as love, too hot to be satiated with your ice cold gun
your threats terrify me because i know your mind but do you know i'll go down fighting? an endless barrage of ominous phone calls or tailing from strange cars will never break my resilience nor will the fear of blowback from foreign men
i can still taste the liquor and feel the cold on my skin from the river by downtown, filled with bodies and vile sins i can feel you biting my ******* and choking me with your- you haunt my nightmares, ravaging my thighs black bruises and torn skin - proof that i'm not dreaming dreams you killed us both wake me up screaming
you were the final straw, the match as my world went up in flames but i will bloom again from the ashes i am stronger than they all say
u think ur scarface, but ur just a demon i don't know if u expected me to love u like they did but ur delusional and a total creep. u thought i would stay silent and crumble under it all, but i'm better than that - stronger than that and i will fight day after day.