Category : Poems
Sub Category : N/A
Her body was misused,
Her trust was abused,
She bled like a fresh cut,
Oh how she bled,
You heard her screams,
you saw the tears in her eyes,
Yet you wouldn't stop because you are filth.
She pushed and clawed at your bare chest,
She tried to keep you from reaching her dress,
She begged for mercy,
She used all of her energy,
Yet you wouldn't stop.
You saw her bleed, you smirked in delight
The deed was done and you felt alright,
Nothing else mattered,
Your urge had been satisfied,
But she's there lying bruised and battered.
She is the victim,
But silly questions would fly,
"How was she dressed?"
"She shouldn't have dressed like that."
Isn't it proper to address the crime instead?
Death is her only way out,
For her it's peace without a scream or a shout,
She wants to end the scary nightmares and disastrous memories,
Cz no attention is paid to her lonely cries.
And because of some 'Fils de salope', the very next day,
A pure & lily-white soul faded away.
You can hide but you are no shadow,
What you deserve will hit like a crossbow.
You are unseen today, but what's your assurance for tommorrow?
You caused others sorrow,
So get ready for your deathblow.
P.S.- I apologize for my not-so-good words.