J.A.R. Of Maggots Poem by Latasha LeeAnn Hall

I was so young; innocence.
Still it makes no sense.

Life is just, but what it appears.
Could you not smell my fear?

Crouching above me as I awoke.
I cried, wished I would croak.

You cannot consume my soul.
Pay to me the debt you owe.

Kill me, again and again.
Rip into my heart, dig in.
Not the only thing you broke in.
Who cares about my suffering? !

All my fault, my own scapegoat.
The memories in my skull they float.

'Don't cry, go dry your empty eyes.
Just hush, I'll scream your lullabies.'

Dirty, you poisened my purity.
Tainted, now I see what was to be.

I wish I would've had a knife,
So you couldn't have messed up my life.

Twist your fingers around in my heart.
Tried to impress you from the start.
Never should've trusted you, am I not smart?
I wish I could tear your world apart.

Cleaved the wings from my back.
Divided my halo in half.

You split me open, all my spirit you drank.
The vileness of your venom, in my skin it sank.

Don't care about anyone, only yourself.
You'll finally see when you rot in hell.

Satan will laugh and spit in your face.
I cannot wait to see your disgrace.

There's nothing left to give, what becomes of me?
You tormented my life you can say at least.
I forgive you, but now everyone will see
How filthy you were meant to be.

I am dead.
Stay away from my bed.

It's over now,
But I've already drown.

There's nothing left to give, what becomes of me?
You tormented my life you can say at least.
I forgive you, but now everyone will see
How filthy you were meant to be.

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(2-26-2009
Written in my desk at school)