To the slaughter, I walked willing,
Not for part of a ritual killing.
I led myself there using seduction,
On my path to self-destruction.
I vanished behind that bedroom door,
But emerge alive, and the same as before.
I went in, but didn’t even get my fill,
But I’ll be back, and by my own free will.
It’s happened in the past, it will happen in the future,
Please don’t think my heart will need some kind of suture.
I know he doesn’t want me, intoxication let me there,
But don’t let thoughts burden you; it’s none of your affair.
Don’t go thinking it’s such a shame,
It is I who chooses to plays the game,
In fact I'm not what you perceive me to be,
I’m not really the lamb you see.
**i think it needs more work, not sure what.. constructive critisism..?? feedback of any sort welcome.
2007-03-19
02:08:06
·
2 answers
·
asked by
Jackie
1