Make Me


Make me your Bitch
and free me from them.
Strip what I have become away
finish what he started

Make me your whore
and stop time
from entering
past promises...
Sweet talk wastes time

Make me choice-less
faceless born
sing the whiplash
into skin undone
sink your canines
into nothing
hold my breath

control what was
necromancer of beginning again
bathe me in my own sweat
destroy what he started

I do not struggle
to release

Make me your slut
as others would try
not an ultimatum, sweets
I am not so petty or naive
to play roles of threat

Hear the scream ~ my struggle
to turn away from those
who see innocence glaze
their eyes from mine, Idiots!
Make me yours, give me power
control an empty shell
or kill me now

Copyright © 2004, Kim Campbell