Monday, February 17, 2014

use me

9/23/2002

Once again she’s on her knees
To satisfy the lustful needs
Even she herself cannot deny
Her willingness is not a lie
She trades her dignity for affection
Self-worth and pride for a little attention
Hands in places they don’t want to be
Living life in chains pretending she’s free
Hormones and hunger feeding the action
The heart dispassionately feigning reaction
Flesh in flesh, the mind runs away
It no longer matters, she’s dead anyway