My days of breaking down is fading fast
And yet a piece of me dies with each passing day
The scabs on my heart represent the wounded memories of us
From the many bleedings you inflicted when you went away
You're not here and yet I feel your presence tormenting me
Your voice, your muttered words, your intoxicating seduction
Keeps playing in my head, to mock me, to abuse me, to test my sanity
Your face comes a-haunting, depriving me of sleep, denying me of oblivion
I need to feel you near me but your skin is now nothing more than a mere hide
I feel raped whenever I think of your touch, you ripped my modesty with savage
My naked form is a perversion you need to feed on, the portal to your dark side
You have ravenously savoured my every being, everything I knew is ravaged
I feel dirty...
(It was supposed to be a sacred act between you and me)
I feel used...
(Wasn't that how we connect physically, mentally and emotionally?)
I feel filthy...
(I used to believe, it's the ultimate show of intimacy, where words are not needed)
You've made me a PARIAH...
Thank You.
=TheUnintended=
circa 2008
