A Fate Worse Than Deathauthor Unknown. Poem by Tango

A Fate Worse Than Death

He grabbed me by my slender neck,
I could not beg or scream.
He took me to his dingy room,
where we could not be seen,
and gazed upon my form.
I was so cold damp, and scared,
while he was bold, and warm.
His feverish lips he pressed to mine,
I gave him every drop.
He drained me of my very soul,
I could not make him stop.
He made me what I am today,
that's why you see me here,
an empty bottle thrown away,
that once was filled with beer.

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