By Matt McDougall
November 20, 1997
You use me,
You hurt me, and pass it off with a sad lie,
insulting my intelligence.
You toy with me, offering
yet another morsel of hope
just before I give up.
You fuck with my mind.
You try to demoralize me,
imply that I'm not good enough,
that I don't have what it takes.
You beat, claw, whip, torture me,
trying to slay my body and soul,
whichever first perishes first.
I will not go quietly -
I will not just fade away -
I will not just lie down -
Fighting to the last,
I'll take you with me.