Broken

The delicate abuse of endless nights
Upon the lace and the fray she lay alone in the favors of dark strangers

Leather clad and gasping all the while clasping at the control of a lesser soul

The dumb bitch cums at midnight with the eerie twitchings of a beaten whore

Frevor and fever in heat she does linger
A sick gift fermented from a past full of trauma

Her eyeliner whetted a blacker wanting-when tears of pain and joy and shame adored

There is someting broken with this wretch (She knows this as well)

Sadistic whims
She cries alone

Her makeup smears
Again and again
She takes them to her bed

And all is well...

For a fuck at least