It's a psychological lash-back this time blaming sex

It's not your fault

But inevitably you will pay

For the mental obstacle course of adolescence

Subject to subject, you will be used and discarded

Empathy is for the weak

You'll wait and let it destroy you

Never realizing your insignificant role

In this most eloquent scope of narcissistic grandeur

Warrior of the broken hearted

Taking redemption past its boundaries

Entering the realm of the obscene

You spent that last breath on something never said

That situation left for dead

Breaking their will isn't hard

Neither is leaving them dead inside

Feel lucky, it isn't everyday someone is born a god

I feel lucky, because I found I am my own god

You belong to me my dear