VICTIM OF TRUST PT. 1

Dear, loathing for pleasure,

For love and for hate,

I'm crying in sorrow,

Bent over my fate.

I was told it was over,

But it's not too late!

Was aching to show her,

Which pleasure to meet -

She was blank, stared in horror,

Watched herself, watched her bleed.

She was screaming in pain,

Wore her hatred outside,

Was betrayed and alone,

Sad, hopeless, terrified!

Was begging and struggling,

Was screaming to stop,

Was regretting to be asking

Only left there to sob.

Dear, loathing in pleasure,

For love and for hate,

See her crying in sorrow,

Had forgotten her fate.

She was told it was over,

But a little too late.

Dear the sorrow she was taking

And the hope she had lost,

She left it all to be taken,

By another victim of trust.