• The taste of metal on my lips
    Jabbed into my fingertips
    You took from me a lock of hair
    And now my soul you can’t repair

    Nails and tacks pushed down my throat
    And pressed into my skin
    I gasp for air but no one’s there
    My blood runs paper thin

    You tear apart my soft cloth body
    And sew it back real tight
    Your hands begin to tremble
    As you’re sickened by the sight

    You burned my feet and bound my hands
    So I could neither fight or walk
    Sewed my lips together tight
    So I would never talk

    Frogs for eyes as black as night
    In hopes I wouldn’t see
    The violent acts and brutal truth
    You tried to hide from me