We only know our beginnings
Where we start to hate
When we start to hate
Our limits yet undiscovered
Would be better left untouched
the luster of the bleeding heart,
ripped out through your chest,
through your breast
now lying on the floor
The terror psychological
Leaves scars physical
Raping you soul,
Like a savage would your body
that they would fear their only hope

                                        - Dillow