I just might scape from life
or live to slowly die,
if caught up in your arms...
I am menaced to die.
It was you there oppressing me
with all passion and lust...
I was defenseless yet aware
of myself against the wall.
Frail and deceased,
thoughts you stole and shaped...
you slapped them one by one
with no sign of shame.
You smiled and i knew
happiness was somewhere
navigating in your eyes,
but sinking in somewhere.
Almost i was crying and
kissed to communicate
that i am woman by transition,
and your lover tonight.
Love, it tickles and it itches...
"Love is just ilusion", you say,
and you reach dissapointment with the same
hand you grab me...and i get chills and shake.
You know you weaken me..to the last degree,
and your fingers swim past me
to manipulate...
and there i fall in bed.
"Stop..don't...please....."
I now hear my plead inside,
as i resist...i fail...
stronger...dead between your arms.

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