By choice or force she surrenders herself
Yielding to their will
f**ing to be acknowledged
Soiled canvas for the fist and co*k
She remains expendable
Cheap thrill for the random pathetic
Adored like a slab of meat
Forgotten like the last drop of cum
Empowered by shame, smothered in regret
Every act of abuse a conquest
Compliant to mask the lament
The pleasure she gains never k**s the loneliness
A token of sadness
She wears tragedy as a badge of honour
Those she serves will never mourn her loss
Every wound on her body tells another lie
Her memory a monument to self-loathing
Her grave is the only thing that speaks her name