Rush

Welcome to a place we call hell,
Go ahead my precious and give a little yell,
For I jsut want you to accept my treasures,
In return, you will release my deepest, darkest pleasures,
There is no need to have any fears,
Nor to see any of those fears,
Please, come in and take a seat,
For I am sure that you will enjoy the little meet,
A little injection in the vein,
What a rush to the brain,
A little might for thy soul,
It does not feel right, so out of control,
Your heart begins to beat so very fast,
You wonder to yourself how long is this going to last,
The thoughts in your mind are starting to make you feel crazy,
Things are even beginning to look a little hazy,
Then, you feel his hand lay upon your breast,
Oh god, this can be no worse than incest,
Go away, go far, far away,
For you are suppose to be my mother's fiance,
Your mind screams out in confusion,
You hope that it is all a bad dream, just a horrible delusion,
You than realize his hand still in the same place,
You have the urge to spit in his face,
Why are you doing such a sacrifice,
Are my mother's not as nice,
You are so much older than me, but to you it is no big bother,
You gave me feelings of wrong-doing and rejection,
So, tell me please, was I your first to be added to your collection,
Well, now that you are finally done,
I want you to know that you have forced me to run,
You took two precious years away from me,
And I hope and pray that you can one day see,
That you are a good for nothing bastard,
Not some glorified master,
No more hurt and no more pain,
For I will no longer let you drive me insane,
Men like you should burn in hell,
Now, wouldn't that be a story to tell!

Heather Llewellyn