Junkyard Lipstick trafficked and tortured

Last happy memory
A holiday in the sun
Crystal waters misted up
Captured and lost
Disrupted dreamless sleep
Twisted, cannot escape
Stuck in a dark small place
Trapped in a trunk
Rusted & Rotten
Needles penetrate my skin
Preparing me for my purpose
My spirit senses death
Trafficked, Tortured
Trafficked, Tortured
Panic fills my body
When I realize my fate
Moving through city sounds
Choking on fumes
Grumbling starvation
Smells of sickness and sex
Bruised body, vacant face
Deafening moans of pleasure and pain
Trafficked and Tortured
My body sold
My soul kidnapped
Fed me drugs to control
Shoving, pushing, beating
Foreign accents, strange places
Fighting, kicking, screaming,
Foreign voices, strange places
Surrendered all hope
Sold, Sexed and strung out
Traded till death do us part
Suicide is too much effort
Surrendered all hope
Sold, Sexed and strung out
Traded till death do us part