Circle round the block
With you on my chest
There's almost something transcendental about how it makes me feel
Mistook for a moment there
Your heartbeat for my own
In a sense I guess I'm not wrong we made that little heart
Deeply religious, 18 and pretty
Girl who'd just started in the shop
Met a guy on an app, their first date where at he violently beat and raped her
Someone held that little girl like I'm holding you
Watched her eye lashes unfurl in wonder
Gave her her first bathe in water
Felt their heart beat in her chest
Promised her the best
Cherished every sound she made
Would have died to keep her safe
Remembers her first word
Was the first sound that she heard
Adored the very mess of her
Couldn't find the words
Loved even her decay
Couldn't look the other way
And now someone just defiles her
Circle round the block
With a knife up my top
This prick to castrate
