Nov 12 2012
Your Own Risk
Enter at your own risk,
you’ve entered me with force.
Eliminating decency,
closed legs opened (Of course)
Spread wide and forced to be refused.
Sold out, a common whore
A lack of wealth turned life as hard,
lack of life left you poor
Diseases caused by blood and flesh
spread like the wildest fire
Left blood on thighs and tears on cheeks,
left you lost in desire.
Left bruises, blisters, scars and pain
Infected, empty still
You took away my dignity.
I’m left without my will.
Defiled in that most dark of ways
I’m nothing more than trash
So suicide’s the worst of all?
To me it’s life that’s rash.
(3 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)
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