I am bitter, black heart shriveled and turning to dust. I am but a product of what you made me. My tongue wrapped around the lies as they spilled from your lips, dug into fury and deceit as my nails ripped down your back. I am but your whore. A moist pussy, and heaving breasts, nothing more...nothing less. The wet spot at your side as you drill holes through my soul. It matters not your name or where you came from, it all ends the same. You never see beyond the leathery shell. You promise me filth, whisper sweetly into my ear a melody of death. Pure hate boils through my veins, and you wonder why. It was all because you forgot...forgot that under it all I was still there, as you raped my soul and left me with emptiness
