predator

mysticweed

They gave you their trust and you repaid them with lust
They still quake and cower from burdening that power

you should have been helping to guide their lives
Assisting them to forge a course
But instead of being under your guidance
They were under the weight of your force

They were numbers-in-waiting while you were a scout
They are still numbered and full of self doubt
Eyes downcast they live with shame
you walk around
While they go unnamed

you should have been a hero
But instead of looking up to you
They were looking up at you
From their knees
Skinned little knees
Repeating their pleas
To stop – please
Stop

Tortured little souls, some living hand to mouth
To wind up in your nasty hands and your filthy fucking mouth
you infected their lives and permeated their nightmares
They will never be the same
Subjected to your sickness
While you skulk behind your fame

you took them by their little hands and forever fucked their minds

with the slimy agonizing touch
with scales and festering pustules and bile and vomit
that ooze from the black and putrid heart
of a child molester

marcos

I use to work with in a special victims unit with and tracked offenders as well. This is a sad subject to think or write about but well done nonetheless.

mysticweed

marcos wrote:

I use to work with in a special victims unit with and tracked offenders as well. This is a sad subject to think or write about but well done nonetheless.

written with sandusky in mind (i guess that's obvious)
and now mr AND mrs fine? geeeeeezzzzz

rollings

a putrid subject indeed,
but you said it as scathingly as it needed to be said

this should be sent to those scumbags.
or worse, they should be forced to listen as it is read to them.

very impactful writing

mysticweed

Rollings wrote:

a putrid subject indeed,


this should be sent to those scumbags.
or worse, they should be forced to listen as it is read to them.

indeed
your sentence will be DEATH by prose
:twisted: