Whore

Little princess; so young and naive
  Sleeps with monsters lurking
  A little tiara lies next to her throne
  Flawless
Each night the monster is lurking
  When the house is shielded by shadows and silence
Each night he grazes her pale perfect young thighs
  Still a child----soon to be a victim
Oh pretty little princess
  Your nightmare begins

With each touch
With each violation
   Her tiara is stained. Tarnished. Crumbling.
With each stroke, a moan escapes
   Soon he'll find his sick release
   And the nightmare ends
   ...for tonight.

How sickening they say

How sad they mutter

Twelve years later
  This little princess
   Is now a harlot.
Although her monster is gone
He haunts her memories.

All she wants is peace
All this whore needs is an escape from reality

The sweaty men find their climax
 Deep inside her
 Just like the monster
They take all she has
  All her beauty
  All her essence
  All her fight
  And leave an empty corpse
Barely breathing
  Barely caring
They call her a whore
  What they don't know
     Is that her brother started this all.