The vessel

This vessel of flesh and bone,
Encasing the life within,
Storing distant memories,
Of degradation, humiliation and sin.
Cast upon its pasty skin,
Signs of years gone by,
Echo's of a violent past,
Have been observed by every eye.
Used and abused by many,
Scratched, bitten and kicked,
Raped and sexualy violated,
Deepest pain to inflict.
Psyche distorted and broken,
Fulmination of rage and hatred,
Given with no direction,
Upon this flesh it's vented.
Blades, needles of every type,
Drawn and pushed through flesh,
Purifying, cascading red ribbons,
Dizzying release of anguish.