Hands travelling over me,
I'm scared, holding back tears.
My heart pounds trying to fight back, but I'm paralyzed unable to protect myself.
And he holds me as if I were his to adore.

Now I wonder if I can ever be held again.

"you know no one likes you, right?"
The girls stared,
one with malice,
the other with pity.

The bad man came at night,
his figure drawn out,
looming over.
He eclipsed the moon,
pushing onto you a scratchy shadow,
the darkness put its hands over your body.
You cry out to someone, but the darkness has its hand over your mouth.
And as the darkness encases you in its skin crawling madness,
a light in you dies.

The building was consumed with the eerie presence of death,
Not only the seniors who had all but their mouths in the grave,
but also the souls of the children who once walked these halls.
The children, who unlike the current residences, had long lives ahead of them.
Now they lie in graves, unmarked, unrecognized, uncared for.
While the descendants of those who had killed them, are cared for on the very same land.