The worst part are his eyes
They seem to have no soul
As they probe over my flesh
I wish that I was dead
What right does he have
To steal my innocence away
I'm now forever tainted
By the stroke of his hand
I can't feel close to anyone
I push them all aside
The terrible things he has done
Are to sick for me to say
He's an inhuman devil
Who's created a hell on earth
He treats me like a slave
To his every devient whim
He makes me feel so filthy
I can't scrub off his stench
The pain that I am feeling
Only ends when I am dead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem