Poor Scitzophenic Whore..

Sitting there...
Let down hair…
Her body bloody and bare…
Clawing at the Floor…
Trying to find something more...
Than a Scitzophenic Whore..
She felt ignored, Locked behind a closed door...
Hurting down to her fucking core…
Betrayal, A dimming candle, and dancing demons..
Not demons of Hell, but of Herself…
Twitching, Jolting at the Hands of Holding..
Crawling Fingers, Voices Mingle, Her Finger Tips Tingle…
A cold breeze chills up her spine..
Then slowly and painfully numbs her mind..
Little girl, No need to hide..
Speak your mind..
Poor Scitzophenic Whore, You deserve more..