This menacing sound in my head
Reminds me of a time
When I was a girl with pinup dreams
That fell through the cracks into the clutches of sin
Long before who I am now
Before the scars and the lies
All the broken ties and strangled cries
Where innocence was of the essence
But I'm no longer pure
Untouched by your sins
Void of hatred or contempt
I'm a vehicle for your twisted pleasure
A canvas littered with bruises you left
I feel useless
I stand tattered and shoeless
So violently clueless
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The Book Of Poems
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