Midnight snippets

Beaten tainted wasted (poetry)

He beat the love out of her

The life and breath

Till all that was left

Was an empty shell

Following routines

Day after day after day after day

She was strong

Yet she was broken

Smiling

Yet crying

He took away what was rightfully hers

And left with out

Another word

She took away his trust

Left him feeling cheated

And in her dust

No trace of love

No trace of need

Just a shell

That can't stay clean

Needles and shots

Shots and needles

One becoming two becoming dozens becoming hundreds

Till he becomes satan

Till he feels no trace

Of being cheated or tainted

He took away their freedom

Locked them up

They're good as gone

Groups of shells

Never to see daylight

Never to see the waves crash upon the sand

All because of one mistake

A stolen crumb

A black market sale

A small mistake

Wasted

A living breathing human being

Wasted

All for a crumb