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The Animal
Have I ever told you,
About the fairy tale from Hell?
And the way we're treated,
When all is said to be well.
Stripped of our courage,
We're only here;
To hold acountable,
Our own fear.
He beats,
He bites;
He scratches,
He fights.
Holding; kissing without her say,
To her it's still deniable;
When did it become okay,
To belong to an animal?
The animal, he calls,
He crawls and barks at me;
Innocense is no longer and option,
In a life where they force you to see.
When did we become,
A bone for the dogs to chew?
Why did we settle,
With doing what he tells us to?
She's crying so quietly,
But he doesn't say a word;
His kiss bites her bitterly,
She doesn't know how she's injured.
A worthless object,
Priceless meat;
When did beauty,
Become so discrete?
