Between my legs
your in my purse
i feel your pulse
through my corpse
my phantom pains control my life
Do i end this pain by using a knife
your not there
you haven't been
yet my purse has been violated again
i feel you thrust and the child is gone
my innocents swept before the dawn
my phantom pains make me cringe at the pain filled jabs between the legs
in the morning or while i sleep
you refuse to let sanity my body creep
i feel the pain
never at rest
constantly trying to pass the test
between my legs
theres phantom pains
of when the blade laid to rest
my punishment for not passing your test
and regardless of failing
your body did penetrate
my phantom pains weren't always phantoms
Friday, March 11, 2011
Satan and the little screw up
Her pain was immense,
her body refused to move.
Freedom was apparent and close but her pain filled body refused to move.
Freedom was so close and yet so far away.
The six year olds innocents was gone anyway.
She laid in his bed legs spread wide,
surrounded by tear stain pillows and once again she started to cry.
She hated this man,
Hated his guts.
But she didn't know why God hated her so much.
"Why" she said "why?" she pleaded,
beginning to know why he thought she she needed more baggage to tow.
"What did I do? where did I go wrong?
But God did didn't answer her sad little song.
He cam back again, to continue his torture.
Raping and beating till her screams faded away.
Thrust and thrust into such a small space, riping her to pieces just made his day.
"you asked for this you son of a bitch,
if you had listened to me there'd be none of this.
but no, instead you go fucking things up can't you ever listen to me you little screw up.
and again she prayed and pleaded with God why must i endure this torturous monster.
Why must my body be flooded with pain and why can't your angels deliver me from vain?
And again her prayers were left unanswered.
He stopped his thrusting and looked in her eyes an grinned a grin worse than Satan could devise.
He took a deep breath and thrusted once more,
he came into that small child,
and her cries were heard once more.
He rolled off of her and drifted to sleep not knowing her plans to get release from this grief.
She fell out of bed and onto the floor,
crawled several feet and then a bit more.
She opened the drawer in the bathroom sink and took out some scissors that would be her relief.
She crawled back to the room where she finally stood and woke up the monster so that he could see,
He'd no longer have control over she but before the girl could end her life.
A thunderous knock woke her up.
her body refused to move.
Freedom was apparent and close but her pain filled body refused to move.
Freedom was so close and yet so far away.
The six year olds innocents was gone anyway.
She laid in his bed legs spread wide,
surrounded by tear stain pillows and once again she started to cry.
She hated this man,
Hated his guts.
But she didn't know why God hated her so much.
"Why" she said "why?" she pleaded,
beginning to know why he thought she she needed more baggage to tow.
"What did I do? where did I go wrong?
But God did didn't answer her sad little song.
He cam back again, to continue his torture.
Raping and beating till her screams faded away.
Thrust and thrust into such a small space, riping her to pieces just made his day.
"you asked for this you son of a bitch,
if you had listened to me there'd be none of this.
but no, instead you go fucking things up can't you ever listen to me you little screw up.
and again she prayed and pleaded with God why must i endure this torturous monster.
Why must my body be flooded with pain and why can't your angels deliver me from vain?
And again her prayers were left unanswered.
He stopped his thrusting and looked in her eyes an grinned a grin worse than Satan could devise.
He took a deep breath and thrusted once more,
he came into that small child,
and her cries were heard once more.
He rolled off of her and drifted to sleep not knowing her plans to get release from this grief.
She fell out of bed and onto the floor,
crawled several feet and then a bit more.
She opened the drawer in the bathroom sink and took out some scissors that would be her relief.
She crawled back to the room where she finally stood and woke up the monster so that he could see,
He'd no longer have control over she but before the girl could end her life.
A thunderous knock woke her up.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Slave
Run, Run real fast.
The fat bastard will catch you if you stop to rest.
Your caught in the corner,
You shouldn't have gone this way.
Your father says you will always be his dirty little slave.
You say your sorry, that it will never happen again.
But his face is contorted, its tight and red.
As he undoes his belt you drop your heavy head.
Be my slave and count your lashes, he says.
He wields the belt as if it were a whip.
Your fragile body, your life starts to slip.
You hope he would die or at least understand your pain.
And then maybe he wouldn't be so insane.
He tells you to get up and to dress for the night,
Silent tears roll down your face,
Because you know your life will never be alright.
The fat bastard will catch you if you stop to rest.
Your caught in the corner,
You shouldn't have gone this way.
Your father says you will always be his dirty little slave.
You say your sorry, that it will never happen again.
But his face is contorted, its tight and red.
As he undoes his belt you drop your heavy head.
Be my slave and count your lashes, he says.
He wields the belt as if it were a whip.
Your fragile body, your life starts to slip.
You hope he would die or at least understand your pain.
And then maybe he wouldn't be so insane.
He tells you to get up and to dress for the night,
Silent tears roll down your face,
Because you know your life will never be alright.
Gone But Not Forgotten
Conceived by force,
I had no choice.
The seed was planted and nature took course.
You started to grow,
No longer could I hide,
The fact that a baby grew inside.
I tried to save you but I had no luck.
God said it was your time as my dad beat me up,
Pain shot through me as my body grew weak and frail.
It rejected you, it pushed you out.
Too young to survive, you were already gone.
Together we laid in a puddle of blood.
While the heavens sang a sorrowful song.
Knife
The cold metal against her throat.
Weighing weather or not the pains worth her life.
With every thrust the metal did press to remind the girl that he was the best.
Did she test him?
No...
Never these nights,
The rape was scary enough but now he has a knife.
On days she deserved it the blade would there rest,
Pressed against her jugular until his penis needed a rest.
Then the blade would travel to her mangled purse.
There a frequent visitor he then would immerse.
Her shrill, her cry would waken his member,
And again his the metal would slumber.
Enough torture, enough pain finally,
Into her the man did came.
Weighing weather or not the pains worth her life.
With every thrust the metal did press to remind the girl that he was the best.
Did she test him?
No...
Never these nights,
The rape was scary enough but now he has a knife.
On days she deserved it the blade would there rest,
Pressed against her jugular until his penis needed a rest.
Then the blade would travel to her mangled purse.
There a frequent visitor he then would immerse.
Her shrill, her cry would waken his member,
And again his the metal would slumber.
Enough torture, enough pain finally,
Into her the man did came.
Goodbye Hope
Flames,
Red hot plasma dances in a black kettle.
A small body slowly turns to ash,
As she is forced to watch.
Her dark eyes scream in pain but no tears come.
She feels his glares on her back,
The man that is suppose to protect her.
No...
He never has.
He did this to her Hope.
Her now empty belly still rips pain through her.
Hope is gone.
Her tiny, precious Hope is gone.
The numbness was her only friend.
She could barely hear his shouts through the fog.
She just wiped up the blood,
The reminder that her hope was gone.
"Slut, Dirty Slut!"
He seemed to be running out of names,
Maybe would leave her soon,
Then her tears could come.
And she would'nt be hit anymore.
Once he left,
She collapsed on the floor,
And her tears finally flowed.
Red hot plasma dances in a black kettle.
A small body slowly turns to ash,
As she is forced to watch.
Her dark eyes scream in pain but no tears come.
She feels his glares on her back,
The man that is suppose to protect her.
No...
He never has.
He did this to her Hope.
Her now empty belly still rips pain through her.
Hope is gone.
Her tiny, precious Hope is gone.
The numbness was her only friend.
She could barely hear his shouts through the fog.
She just wiped up the blood,
The reminder that her hope was gone.
"Slut, Dirty Slut!"
He seemed to be running out of names,
Maybe would leave her soon,
Then her tears could come.
And she would'nt be hit anymore.
Once he left,
She collapsed on the floor,
And her tears finally flowed.
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