Savior

I'm all trussed up
To be the damsel in distress
Covered in glitter and blood
Lookin' a hot mess
I'm being tortured by beasties
Seeking to tear me apart
Vaguely resembling dark psychedelics
Of my tattered heart
They're armed with blades and brands
I'm going to get marred
I suppose it's not enough
To walk away scarred
I get to be the prize
In this twisted little game
I probably won't survive
Ain't it a damn shame
But don't you fret deary
Don't worry your pretty head
Its no concern of yours
If the fates cut my thread
Don't try to swoop down
On gold feathered-wing
I'd rather the monsters eat me
Than owe you a single thing
No need to ride in
Pretending to be brave
I'll be much better served
Marching to my grave
I've never needed a hero
And I'm not about to start
There'll be no knight in shining armor
For this jaded tart
Nor will I ever
Ask for your help
I'll either die trying
Or I'll save my fucking self.