Have I just reach my lowest point?
I lay here with this man on top of me;
Grinding, stroking; calling me "Queen".
His stare is so loving, yet so decieving.
My blood boils at his touch.
A touch so hot it almost scolds my skin.

But as we lay here in our nectar of sin, I can't help to realize how foolish I am.
Here I am laying next to him,
while my soul is being damned for another affliction.
But his love is my addiction...

He calls me "beautiful"
at the sight of these bruises and scars.
He mentally beats me with the hands
that caress my body so softly.
As he penetrat my precious jewel,
I continue to loose a piece of me.

I cry silently, as my heart continues to bleed out scorn.
My skin is torn by this knife; cutting through my veins,
and watches as life so sweetly spills from me.

I only dream of happiness...and peace.