Delving deeper, bitter penatration
Gasping for life, sick tormented creation
Who's to say i'm the victim anymore?
Legs spread open, bitterly sore
this feels good perhaps i want more
I wanna say stop but i dont know if i should
I look into my captor's eyes and realize it was you
but all along i should have knew
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very insightful, thank you