My past sometimes returns
To haunt me through the night
It won't let me go to sleep
My body shakes with fright
I can still see his face
I can still feel his hands upon me
If there is a God above
Why do these imagines I still see
I was young and didn't know
My innocence taken away
But why do these dark memories
Continue to hunt me to this day
© 4-20-11/RjH
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