Sometimes,

that which must be

done

has to be done

or else the

consequences to

come

will come and

haunt the soul

that was victim

to begin with

that is how

it must go down

Not because

I said so

but because

that is the way

that it has

always

had to end up

without it

the victims

are nothing more

that prey

waiting to

decompose

Senses
by: R. Tissun Oan

[tongue:1]

Father's little girl,
aged to perfection.
He wants her.
He has her.
Time after time,
he has his own way.
Into the corner.
On to the bed.
Chasing 'round the room.
She's his.
All his.
A daughter playing wife
here in the age of protection.

[eye:2]

A little older.
A little wiser.
Alot of stupidity.
And way too much pain.
He comes down with great force
and she can't refuse.
Aged fourteen
without blood in sight.
She's still prime meat.
Her ideas come fast
and they hit her hard.
Strike down.
Go down.
Bring him down with you.

[hand:3]

Get lost.
Runaway.
Make yourself gone forever.
She left.
She ran.
She stopped.
Ideas hit so hard nowadays.
Find an interzone.
Now for the apocalypse.
Pen pal junkiedom.
Scared of needles,
but there's a cause.
Nod off and detest.
An opium escape
from a long fingered hell.
Not how it'll be.

[ear:4]

Found by the father
because she returns.
Oh, he's happy.
Happy enough to explode
on her insides.
She got what she wanted.
She hopes.
If he wants her
he can come and get her.

[nose:5]

One year(+) later.
Aged fifteen
and not a drop to be found.
Sought by a man
she tries to resist.
She's sick but happy,
and he doesn't know why.
He goes in.
He comes out.
This is too many times.
He'll suffer,
like he always should.
He'll get the disease she never wanted.
They'll share in the misery.
She'll gloat in the joy.
For all the years
and all the pain,
she gave him a gift.
No bullets.
No poison.
No ropes.
No push.
She gave him a disease.
She gave him AIDS.