By choice or force she surrenders herself

Yielding to their will

Fucking to be acknowledged

Soiled canvas for the fist and cock

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 kills 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