The whole act felt like a fisherman gutting his catch
You struck my body with your knife and removed the parts that were unappetizing
All that was left was the meat, the tender and juicy meat
It was at that moment my body was never the same, there was no going back from where I came
I'd be wrapped and shipped off to the market place
I'd lie next to your other victims and spends nights and days within the cold
What once was fresh is now up for sale, no longer sacred no longer a holy grail