Blood
Relative

How sad that I’m crying
Only blood from my eyes as
Daddy destroys who I am.
My pained and torn soul
Is sucked into a hole
Where I am the sacrificial lamb.

The blood it is spread
As my body lies dead
On sheets dried in blood where I lay;
He leaves quite a mess
And will never confess
No matter the price we all pay.

No feeling of pain
Only anger, disdain,
Hatred, disgust to extreme.
Regardless of guise
He spreads out my thighs
No matter how dead I may seem.

So what makes him think
(I suppose all he drinks)
That he has the right to defile?
No matter the cost
It’s I who have lost.
The price is Virginity’s child.


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©1992

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