Trapped

I guess they all say
The same things
I guess they do whatever
They can
To get what they need
Then
They leave

I could see much more
Fighting for love
Fucking to kill
You standing above me
Daring me to look you in the eyes

Forcing your hand down my throat
Packing me with lies
To sustain my hunger for knowledge

Seducing me into what you want
A slave
Moaning
Yearning
Touching myself

Feed me the bad medicine
Dress me up
Drink me down
Way down

Black snakes that rattle down my throat
Through my lungs
I’m on the other side now
You’ll do what you want with me
And….
I’ll let you

Trapped

gympster

Nashville, United States

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