Maledictum
Ravished. Exploited. Desecrated. Abused.
My body ill explored, my soul was misused.
The temple that’s been cautiously guarded ---
Crushed, like the Roman Empire when it ended.
I feel the aftermath of the ravaging each passing day.
I curse myself, I curse my life, I curse more than I say.
Demons painted in my mind torment even when I pray.
The jeers, mocks, derisions of mobs keep coming to slay.
“No!” “Please don’t approach,” I beg you, don’t come here.
I can’t stand your evil grin, I can’t stand your sinister stare.
“Leave me alone!” Just let me be. I’ve far succumbed in fear.
“Don’t touch my skin.” I feel gross. You are too King Lear.
What have I done so wrong, where have I greatly sinned?
I’m prey to a predator - I’m something you wanna rid.
Van Gough has it all correct, sanity’s overwhelming suffering
‘Cause how am I supposed to live when I feel I’m already dying?
How do I move past this ordeal when it keeps on reliving?
How am I supposed to live my life when the world comes tumbling?
Engulfed by this pitch-black horror - my soul’s in an abyss of yearning.
Clutched in a nook, in a pit of gloom - tell me, why are things so wrong?
Is salvation an impossible feat? Can somebody help me, please?
Save me, I’m Harley Quinn, Joker is on the move once again.
Give me back my sobriety. Give me my life and my peace.
I beg of you. I beg of you. I want a new life to begin
I’m tired of crying, I’m tired of my own fearful trill.
My throat is parched, my head’s a mess, my mind is ill.
I am a picture of devastation, of complete wreckage.
I am what you’ve done, I am in this perpetual rage.
