Am I simply just a body?
Something for you to screw?
Do I not have a mind?
And a personality too?
I am not your cheap fuck,
I won't let myself be used.
I am not waiting here for you,
Just to get myself bruised.
Do you think I am stupid,
And without a prayer?
Do you think I don't notice?
Do you think I don't dare?
I do dare to oppose you,
And cause you great pain,
For all the scars you gave me,
Which always will remain.
For all the scars that won't heal,
All the attacks that you've dealt,
You shall be pricked by my thorn,
You shall feel what I've felt.
When you are lying, bleeding,
Dying in the street.
I shall deliver more blows,
To your chest with my feet.
To tear your heart out,
And break it in two,
Is the only time I'll feel,
Some justice done on you.
Don't beg me for mercy,
For I will give you none.
Not once did you think,
About what you had done.
My need for revenge,
Which you gave to me,
Shall be the sharpened blade,
To strike you through the heart.
You're bloody defeat.
98/03/10 � by Sabrina Grimble
