Vulture

Broken doll  
Why do your legs fall  
So passionately  
For predators to feed  
Birthed in a den with malicious men  
You were so innocent  
Undeniably pure  
But the constant allure  
That you would endure  
Leaves you scattered  
But it never mattered to him  
He sailed on a whim  
In bounteous vim  
A salubrious ploy  
Into being his toy  
Incestuous rife  
Your enlistment to life  
He wears an ingratiating smile  
All the while  
Tearing you to pieces  
Greasing the cog  
To fill his catalog  
Battered and bruised  
He's ostensible amused  
You grew into his game  
Downplaying the shame  
He scolds you to mold you  
You harden  
Atrophy  
Bleed black with me  
You used to claw at your back  
When he would attack  
Because physical pain is fluent to rend  
With brittle blends  
The dead in your eyes  
Institutionalized  
The pattern is habitual  
Scandalously ritual  
He tells you he's providing pleasure to you  
But it's apparent to you  
That his grooming is looming  
You don't want him to go after the others  
He smothers  
You ease in    
To age in this cage  
Creating a stage in your essence  
The effervescence is heavy  
Like an impenetrable levee  
You dwell in that darkened room  
You gussy the beast  
Ideation looms  
Stark and mistless  
Hollow and listless  
Curtail the vulture  
In this twisted subculture  
 
Watch them dance in the perfunctory of violence