Bleed, Child, Bleed

I screamed for help, but you weren't there.
You just sat over there in that chair.
But how could you have known?
In you, I found home.
Watch me drown now, watch me hurt,
as the blood stains reclaim their place on my skirt.
The execution of innocent trust,
played over and over, masked as lust.
Every night they keep haunting,
I hear his, strongest of voices, taunting,
"Foolish child, can't you see?
There's no love for you as is for me.
Your face is too fine,
your love too divine.
Don't wish to belong,
It takes far too long.
See now, my whore?
No one wants you any more.
Come back here, you'll never be free.
Just do me a favor, don't show that face to me."