THE BITTER END



He grabbed me around my slender neck,
I could not call or scream.
He dragged me to his dingy room,
Where we could not be seen.

He stripped away my flimsy wrap,
And looked upon my form.
I was so cold and damp and scared,
While he was so hot and warm.

He pressed his feverish lips to mine,
I could not make him stop.
He drained me of my very self,
I gave him every drop.

He made me what I am today,
Thats why you see me here.





And empty bottle thrown away,
That once was full of beer.



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December 3rd 1999