Molestation
Your hands inside of me
Feeling like the last thing I may see
is your hands inside of me
You creeped in my room.
You sat on the bed.
Smelling like perfume
I wondered was she dead?
What were you doing in this shed?
My legs were soon spread
WIth no remorse you laid
and I bled.
Your hands inside of me
Feeling like the last thing I may see
is your hands inside of me