These rusty shackles, they clasp my feet
as your filthy hands kneed rotten meat
I'm the virgin you will defile
with you're evil acts, vicious and vile

with your sharpened blade, you will slit
with your contempt, you will spit
was it me that made you so corrupt?
was it you that made me so stuffed up?

now I'm nothing but blood and bruise
hurt me, I've got nothing left to lose

demons smile at your touch on my skin
angels cry as you move within
for all your wrongs, i'm to blame
brand me a number, i don't deserve a name

hurt this mess of blood and bruise
don't leave me, i've got nothing now but you

my unborn child screams your name
a silent contestant in this painful game
can't remember the smell of your sober breath
can't remember feeling this close to death

you made this mess of blood and bruise
i let you win, just so i could lose
i feel the contempt in your every breath
each thrust gets me closer to my death

-Kate 98