they are mind numbing.
ignorance embeds their DNA.
Hunger shoots from their testosterone filled bodies.
the words they utter are fiction.
death consumes her mind.
the idea's swirling, all the possibilities.
their words, they have no power.
they're no shackles and chains,
their are no locks in them.
She is the one that creates her destiny, yet she's letting it slip through her frail fingers.
the whispers, they taunt her most primitive fantasies.
the lucrative suggestions are becoming even more so imperative.
the silly little screams she hears,
are turning into their squeaky voices.
temptation, like a drug.
she is on withdrawal.
it comes out of the closet,
holding the ****** weapon.
the whispers, have morphed into bold demands.
she is unlocked, infuriated.
and the slaughter begins.