Aborting love
By kaiyan
SEX IS A COVER FOR ONES LOVE. NOT CARING IF IT IS SAW ABOVE. THE PLEASURE LAST FOR SUCH LITTLE TIME. LEAVING PAIN TO CONJURE A RHYME. COAXING WITH WORDS SO SUGAR SWEET. HEARING THE RHYME, FEELING THE BEAT. WHEN IT IS OVER, REALITY KICKS IN. AGHAST AT HOW EASY IT IS TO SIN. YOU LOOK UP TO SEARCH HIS EYES. FINDING OUT, IT WAS ALL CRUEL LIES. HE IS SATISFIED, HE IS DONE. USING YOUR BODY FOR HIS FUN. NOW YOU LIVE WITH HURT AND PAIN. WHORE IS ADDED TO YOUR NAME. BUT THINGS ARE BOUND TO GET WORSE. YOU ABORT, TO FIND YOURSELF FOLLOWING A HEARSE. THE CHILD THAT GREW, IS NOW DEAD. BRAINS SUCKED FROM HIS HEAD. YOUR NAME HAS CHANGED FROM TYPICAL WHORE. YOU ARE A MURDERER, BUT THERE IS MORE. SOMETHING IS WRONG, THE OPERATION WENT BAD. YOU'LL DIE TO, NOW ARE YOU GLAD? YOUR HEART PUMPS SLOWER, MISSING A BEAT. FEVER BREAKS, YOU FEEL THE HEAT. YOU STARE AT THE CEILING WITH YOUR THOUGHTS TO THINK. LETTING IT ALL COME DOWN TO SINK. WHAT HAVE I DONE? WHAT SHALL I DO? THE CHILD OF MINE, IS NOW DEAD TOO. WITH NO MORE REASON LEFT TO LIVE. SHE LOOKS UP TO THE SKY AND ASK LORD TO FORGIVE.... Written December 6th, 2001 © on Dec 05 2001 08:30 PM PST, Jennifer Sisson-Collier 0 • 1
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"SEX IS A COVER FOR ONES LOVE. NOT CARING IF IT IS SAW ABOVE. THE PLEASURE LAST FOR SUCH LITTLE TIME. LEAVING PAIN TO CONJURE A RHYME. COAXING WITH WORDS SO SUGAR SWEET. HEARING THE RHYME, FEELING THE BEAT. WHEN IT IS OVER, REALITY KICKS IN. AGHAST AT HOW EASY IT IS TO SIN. YOU LOOK UP TO SEARCH HIS EYES. FINDING OUT, IT WAS ALL CRUEL LIES. HE IS SATISFIED, HE IS DONE. USING YOUR BODY FOR HIS FUN. NOW YOU LIVE WITH HURT AND PAIN. WHORE IS ADDED TO YOUR NAME. BUT THINGS ARE BOUND TO GET WORSE. YOU ABORT, TO FIND YOURSELF FOLLOWING A HEARSE. THE CHILD THAT GREW, IS NOW DEAD. BRAINS SUCKED FROM HIS HEAD. YOUR NAME HAS CHANGED FROM TYPICAL WHORE. YOU ARE A MURDERER, BUT THERE IS MORE. SOMETHING IS WRONG, THE OPERATION WENT BAD. YOU'LL DIE TO, NOW ARE YOU GLAD? YOUR HEART PUMPS SLOWER, MISSING A BEAT. FEVER BREAKS, YOU FEEL THE HEAT. YOU STARE AT THE CEILING WITH YOUR THOUGHTS TO THINK. LETTING IT ALL COME DOWN TO SINK. WHAT HAVE I DONE? WHAT SHALL I DO? THE CHILD OF MINE, IS NOW DEAD TOO. WITH NO MORE REASON LEFT TO LIVE. SHE LOOKS UP TO THE SKY AND ASK LORD TO FORGIVE......."