Meek Entity

Rejecting proofs of personal failure To understand principles of peace Fingers clutch a hypothetical dagger With every soul slain Blood drifts Red hot Into your lap Advocating hate Your blue eyes glower Distaste I could almost taste As if your tongue braised my lips Wide open Breaking my teeth on impact You swallow my blood Tasting victory You mock my shrieks of horror You rape my mouth Forcing my words into my stomach Forcing me to regurgitate my words Reeling back I hope to retaliate Only to find your tongue in my head Tasting my brain Pushing it down Towards my gut Your fingers slither across my chest You rip my breasts out Expose my heart Your teeth ravish my memories Your face now filled with blood My blood Your hand clutches your sex A dagger aimed at my middle You struck Hard Agonising pain of broken dreams In one instant you ruptured my organs to the extreme I fear the ease in which you raped my thoughts Distaste mixes with blood in my mouth I go on to shout See my tongue move between your lips You now speak for me My compliance is not a matter of choice You created me anew A broken figure A mute Meek entity.