In the dark, I wept
while rope choked my wrists.
My blood flowed over golden sands,
to be washed away by the Celtic Sea.
No one saw;
no one came.
In the dark, I sobbed;
my stare fixed on the blood-stained moon.
With each thrust, I begged for the end.
No one heard;
no one came.
dulled my mind and left my soul despaired
where your love left me exiled
caused my life to vanish
to be rescued from this icy place
fear of abusive men soon decreased
where your love left me exiled
A red speck fades where hands fell short
and caressed my ache to be loved
while they squandered their seed