Rape Me, My Love Poem by Amber Muir

What is love but a word always spoken.
I'll build you a cage, one of stainless steel bars.
trap you away, chain you to roses.
I'll steal your innocence with seductive poses.

A cracked smile, dust on the corners.
Roses of barbwire cut into my shell.
My hands are stained, with with rust never said to come.
My beautiful angels, one risen from hell.
You have Stolen my purity, in this world only painted.
What pretty colours, too bad they were tainted.