13 April 2012
He preys on me and my youthful innocence, ready to pounce
Maim
Tear me from piece to piece until I am a mere shadow of my former self
Until what is becomes what was.
Faded.
Dust.
Supping at my blood with lust
I guess I just couldn't trust this ugly-faced beauty
Who saw right through me
Saw through the woman and sought out the vulnerable victim
The meek little girl
Ruined what could have been her world
Trashed it
Smashed it
And then bashed her
He crashed her hopes and dreams
Ripped her apart right from the seams
Until she, too, became ugly.
The beauty became the beast.
Beast. • Opuss № I