So This Is What Rape Feels Like...

A lowering of defences, an opening of a shell...With the ultimate aim of meaningless violence and shattering of anything that meant anything, of anything that was remotely pure and decent within...All in the name of 'Friendship'...

The barricades that were there for a reason, cast away without any...The shell that was grown with a purpose, cracked open without one...The rules and regulations that were there with the intent to protect, abandoned with little care for the carnage to follow...And the carnage did follow...

Except the whore wanted it that way...

The result? A violation of the senses, a bruise that will never heal, a fractured bone that will never set again...What pleasure did you achieve? A Wham, and A Bam...But no Thank You, Ma'am. Of course, the whore is never worthy of gratitude...She satisfied your urges, but that is her job, is it not?

And now, shut your legs, wipe up the blood and move on...Rebuild the defences, reinforce them with concrete...Build the wall, and slip in Titanium rods in the foundation...Mend the broken shell and grow thorns on it...

I truely believe that a woman invites rape...Allows it...Had it coming....Accepted it, before it even happens...And this case is no different...The rape was inevitable, the power equation would never change....The rape was invited, expected, solicited almost...

And the one with the big boobs wins, holds up her trophy, smiles....

I congratulate her...Her indifference won...And the whore's passion, lost...

I thought I saw a man brought to life
he was warm he came around like he was dignified
he showed me what it was to cry

Well you couldn't be that man I adored
you don't seem to know - or seem to care what your heart is for
I don't know him anymore
there's nothing where he used to lie
my conversation has run dry
that's what's goin' on
nothing's fineI'm torn

I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
lying naked on the floor

illusion never changed
into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
you're a little late
I'm already torn

so I guess the fortune teller's right
I should have seen just what was there and not some holy light
but you `crawled beneath my veins and now
I don't care, I have no luck
I don't miss it all that much

there's just so many things
that I can't touch
I'm torn