Some burning flame,
Sadistic silent own
Just worthy for be
Treated,
Tortured
And abused.
Walking on heads,
The streets are always narrow.
Taste saint beginning of the “used”.
Bloody obedience of nothing
The quiet sounds of “confused”
So in my world be part of something
Is always be forgiven,
Always be in use...
Oh, Goddess!
Oh, perfection form!
My life on knees-
Forever owned!