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Aug 2020
Laying down on the floor, bare and swollen
Like a petal on the grass, fragile and fallen
Once a beauty, admired, but only to be plucked
Helpless, impaled on a thorn, lay on the floor, ready get ******

No Prince coming for you to charm
For you lay vulnerable, in the path of demon's harm
Defenseless, the petals were hurt, slapped and bitten red
Only a demon would ravage the flower and leave it sore
Coz the Prince charming would leave thinking you were dead

Tears smeared on your cheeks, barely mumbling with no voice
You lay you fate in the demon's hands, you know you have no choice
You are used and abused like a worthless rag
After all you are nothing but a *** dump for the demon to ****

Sore and feeling senseless, you open your eyes
Only to find yourself lying in demon's lap
Dripping with juices from his grim assault
You seek pleasure, you fell in his trap
The demon runs his fingers on the scars
That he left on your skin to break you from inside
Like a petal in a gust of wind, your mind runs wild
This assault you desired was long due, you come to realize

Robbed off your innocence, broke the skin and hurt your soul
Left you stripped naked, to seek an only goal
To serve the demon for life with all the pleasurable nettles
Don his bruises and never let his feet touch the ground
Adorn the ground with all your petals
Written by
Vinny
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   Bogdan Dragos
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