Animal Testing

Your scarlet lips are painted with my blood,

Your eyes are shadowed with the darkness that consumes me;

Lock me in a laboratory, chains and needles, I am disposable.


Throats raw with screams of pain and forced mouthfuls of

Your human beauty-solutions; your hair is a golden waterfall while my

Coat is shorn to make me a suitable test-subject.


Sores and rashes, flesh dissolves, this cage is dirty, I'm

Half-blinded, eye-irritancy tests, 'cause after all I'm just

Another dumb animal,

I am disposable.


And you think you suffer for your looks?





The End

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