Martyr Complex on the Eve of Becoming from Bikini Kill: Girl Power (Issue #2) Do you see me? Like a fool I persist always hopeful that it might be different this time. I ache from the emptiness of giving it all away. Allowing you to hold me like a clumsy child - crushing, choking, fucking, a baby chick. I never screamed, only welcomed the pain of your attention. Bruise me, bite me, rip me in two, just don't leave me lonely. I jump through the hoop like a well trained pet, dumb in the eye, possessing only the expression of belief. it's a lie. Rage. Sweet, sweet rage between the legs. Make it bloody. Taste it, my love. I lay awake last night holding a knife to my heart, dramatic, I know. I felt the cold indifference of the point of the blade pierce my skin, and impress upon me my life was much too mundane to warrant such an act. All I'd be leaving behind was dirty dishes in the sink, a lot of unpaid bills, and unfinished work on my desk. Nothing to leave a lasting impression of the pain I've suffered from the wound I've received. I'll die with intention, but not by my own hand. Consume, I'll be your sustenance. I'll scrape my insides with shards of glass, and serve them to you on my knees. Take, eat, this is my body. The unconditional condition of nothingness. My nothingness will become your guilt, your measure of conscience, what a commendable service. x  x  x  x  x  x  x back to in print what is riot grrrl?  |  band biography  |   lyrics  |   discography images  |   did you know?  |   links  |   about the site home