October 12, 2017

Lyrics: “Bruises”

Trigger warning for mentions of sexual assault; strong language. Reader discretion is advised.

“Bruises”
© Jane Bled 2010-2017
All Rights Reserved.


(Verse 1)

My fingers tread lightly in his viscous juice
(Juice, juice, juice, juice, juice, juice, juice)
And patterns emerge from the the ruins of the fluids
(Ruins of the fluids, ruins of the fluids)
Black, blue, green, and red
All the colors I love best
Purple, yellow, brown, and grey
All the chaos encircles my neck
Like shackles they drag me
Down to his level
And hold me drowning underwater

Serenity and I barely know each other
(Perhaps you could acquaint us)
Though she used to be my lover
Destruction says
He says yes

(Chorus)

Babe, you know you want ’em
You gotta, gotta have ’em
Can’t even live without ’em
Them pretty, pretty bruises
Uh-huh
Alright
Go ‘head
Why not? (2x)

(Verse 2)

He spies me from a distance
And bides his time as always
Waiting for my next move
Waiting to spring
He fancies himself to be
Blackbeard of the pussy
He’ll keep marauding
And plundering
Until he gets some of my booty

I need to find a way
To keep this pirate here at bay
I need to find a way
To keep this pirate here at bay
But he’ll say, he’ll say

(Chorus)

Babe, you know you want ’em
You gotta, gotta have ’em
Can’t even live without ’em
Them pretty, pretty bruises
Uh-huh
Alright
Go ‘head
Why not? (2x)

(Rap)

‘Cause next time you lay a hand on me
I’ll make you awfully sorry
I’ll kick your ass right out of this town
You won’t be able to come around
You won’t feel your body when I’m through with you
You’ll wish you never lost your cool
You’ll wish you never made me into a slave
You’ll pray to God that you’ll be saved
But no one’s coming to protect you
Your chance was blown when you made me screw you
Screw you
Screw you

(Chorus)

Babe, you know you want ’em
You gotta, gotta have ’em
Can’t ever live without ’em
Them pretty, pretty bruises
Uh-huh (uh-huh)
Alright (alright)
Go ‘head (go ‘head)
Why not? (Why not?)
Uh-huh.

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Monument | Photo © Breanne Beals


I wrote this song in 2010 to help process an incident of date-rape that occurred the autumn of my 18th year, when I was a freshman in college. Immediately after the assault, I was too terrified to speak up; I finally reported the incident over a month after it had happened. Unfortunately, it was too late to file any criminal charges against my rapist because there was no physical evidence. I found out later that he openly bragged about how he took advantage of me to my friend, who was incognito online, asking him questions about the girls he’d “dated.” Suffering from severe PTSD-related depression and suicidal thoughts, I dropped out of school the next semester.

All these years later, I still can’t forget the agony and shock of that first unwanted thrust. Sometimes it seems like it’s still happening. I wonder if I will ever manage to heal from the trauma of that memory.

US residents, please call (800).656.HOPE (4673), or visit RAINN if you are a victim of sexual assault and need immediate help, and/or contact your local law enforcement agency. Hopefully, they will assist you, and not ignore the crime.

Thank you for reading. Stay safe.

Jane

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  1. Come here so I can hug you… I’m so sorry, Jane…

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Human. Happy in my solitude. Free of expectations. Awakening. Light side: love, peace, art. Dark side: ****** I despise the word 'follower'. It calls to mind lemmings, sheep, cults, etc. Here to exhibit my art -- not aiming to gain a flock of seagulls that mournfully cry out my name as they fail to reach me.

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