My minds Creations

What if someone asked you to make a poem about them?

Skyler the liar has no panties and dances for the daddies
down the pole she gets low and they throw dollar bills
and heels she clicks them well
move to the grove the angel is lured
to the glow of the blow
up in her nose she moans and she groans
as it takes her away to a place called home
line after line she feels the penetration
where a man will hold her close
up and down they feel each other all around
and together they will be
but just her luck he will leave in one good fuck
and alone she will be
she will make her mark to resurrect her heart
the blood will drip as she cuts into her tender skin
where her soul will be released from the dark
the pain will decrease but only for a sec
and the thoughts will come to haunt her from the past
that fucking man he pined her down
she screamed and she screamed but no one could hear the desperate cry of the night time
sky disgusted and gross in the shower she'll go
where the heat of the mess she will try to wash off
in the morning she'll wake where she'll eat and she'll eat
to make it so the memories wont stay
Bloated and full for the desire was low
she'll run to the bathroom to seek satisfaction
sticking her fingers into her mouth trying to find the answer she couldn’t figure out
deeper they go while she screams who’s in control
the pucks all around she bows her head and kisses the ground
high and alive she falls on her knees and pleads please please
for she no longer wants to life this way
pathetic her mind states hated and degraded
she’s on a mission to never wake up
searching through the cabinets she wants to find something hazardous
to take away the pain to start over the game
three shots of vodka and a bottle of Drano
she was on the verge of putting on the halo
lights are flashing voices are dashing through the air
the ambulance come to see such a girl wounded and concluded the light has not faded away
awaken in a cold room where her mother will presume
that it must have been her fault
she'll lay there for some days and ponder her ways
night time will fall and the burden will call with all of her destructive ways
they'll pack her up and give her a hug and the next day she'll be sent away
alone in her room she'll stay there and wait for the moment to come where her life will be okay
but there she will lay for some days
and all that will remain is a puddle of lust
Waiting for the desire to once be truly loved.