Bloom[]
23/12/2011
Dear diary,
I know it's been some time but tonight I wrote a poem. You know how I'm angry at my own cursed fate right? This poem is all about it, how I'm a sinner with a pact with the devil and how nothing can bring me happiness. I'm so loyal to Jonah that it sickens me, I'm chained down to him and to this work. I feel disgusting and I know I am. I truly believe that loyalty is the worse thing inside of me, specially when it's paired up with my fear. It's nearly Christmas and I feel worse then ever, my happiness is drained. I hope one day I get away from all of it, I give up my loyalty to Jonah and get on a decent life.
Love, Emma
Freedom Is A Mere Illusion
Trust me, a man said
As I laid down on a bed
Cold fingers touch my skin
I close my eyes and forget my sin
Reason tells me I do it for survival
But deep inside, I know it’s an illusion
I’m scared, this is frightful
My horror’s name is prostitution
With a demon I made this deal
Part of me prays this isn’t real
For it has bound me in iron chains
The man calls me beautiful
And from my eyes a tear slides
An end comes to his delight
And through bliss, I feel only agony
Faithful to my word
I’ve kept it for years gone past
Doing this God awful work
Ghosts tell me to leave
My pimp is my demon
He drags me to hell and I’m deceived
By his sweet word