Last Chosen by You

Tried to live under the cloth like freak
 And breathe the threads of costly silk and precious gems
 My pale skin untouched by sunlight beams
 Is weary of your hands and your seraglio's lamps
 I tear the veil upon my flesh
 Disrupting upper hand
 I could not be your friend
 Bending knees as slave
 Calling you my Bahadir for the final time
 Did you think of your end-point when choosing me to satisfy?
 Out of time to press alarm call bell
 Your hands are both cut off and bleeding crimson rain
 Scream is dumb from your demanding mouth
 Cross gag made of my burqa, do you like its taste?
 Sanctity is nothing against freedom
 I would rather die by hunger but escape
 Let's rejoice my birth, my lively morphing
 Sing with me and play my wicked game
 I tear the veil upon my flesh
 Disrupting upper hand
 I could not be your friend
 Bending knees as slave
 Calling you my Bahadir for the final time
 Did you think of your end-point
 When choosing me to satisfy?