Bottom Of My Heart

4. Hey Stranger

He walked behind

Silent as the cat

Followed her through the streets

Without a sound, preying on his rat

Walking down those steps

Faltering and fumbling in his

Opening the buttons on his shirt

Loosening the belt on his pant

She feels the danger that lurks

It is late, she is heading home

Praying to her god

Hoping after hope

But when the devil strikes

The cut is bad

And it goes deep

And gnaws the gash

His breath on her shoulder

His lips on her ear

Those hands grabbing her around

He whispers, "Hey Stranger"

The rest of the way

He had to drag her through

She couldn't survive his blows

She eventually gave in though

He ripped her and clawed through

Satisfying his unsatisfied self

Her screams and yells of pain

Reaching out unheard, in vain 

Her clothes

Said those were his problem

Said they "distracted" him

And they were the cause

Deceiving him, and made his steps falter

That skirt she wore

Her ankles showed

And the shirt on top

Covered her up

Does that mean you cut them off

And tear her apart?

Hurt her and hurt her

Till she breathes her last?

Pull her and push her

Hit her against the wall

Is it fun to see her cry and bleed

Is it fun to see her fall?

And you run to support her

But instead grab her breast

And then you grab her butt 

Pushing her against the wall

The third time you thrust in 

Her yells and screams not of your concern

You take a rod and stick it in from the back

And she yells even more

You bite her lips and taste the blood

You force your mouth and suck in her tongue

Pinning back her fighting self

You burn her with your cigarette

What joy is it that you get

By hurting the other sex?

The excuses you give are bullshit

Start controlling yourself

Enough of those silly excuses

And stop it with blaming her

She'll wear what and how she wants

You wear it inside yours!

This is an uproar

You better get this straight

You hurt her, she hurts you back

That's the finish line of this contract

©TejaswiniNaik