They Tore at Her...

They tore at that girl.
The quiet one
with a heart full of dreams
and a head
full of curls.
Until pieces of her broke apart
and crumbled to the floor.

Boastful in their cruelty
Too blind they were to see
The shadows dancing behind her
eyes
hungry for their screams


Her body began to tremble
and her vision became blurred.
there was nowhere for the wicked
to run because every bridge was burned.

Every broken bone became
a thing of make-believe
each and every stick and stone
bounced off like a tumbleweed.
Then a monster was unleashed

And when they came to attack again
the girl was now a beast.
They looked upon those hungry eyes
And those fools became a feast.

Worship Your King

"You are nothing special,
not a thing about you is unique.
Unless you count your uselessness,
nothing more than a freak.

You cry too much,
don't talk enough.
I don't know why I bother.
Can't you see that I'm the prize?
A noble asshole, just like my father!

Bow to me, little woman.
Do everything I say.
I'm the king, this is my realm
now worship me, you slave!

Tell me how grand I am!
Open your legs three times a day!
Thank me every time I break you,
things must go my way.

You are nothing without me, girl.
No one cares to come around.
Now kneel before your almighty king


OR I WILL KNOCK YOU DOWN."