A Song Bringing Back Memories Of Your Demons,
Nightmares Of Being Trapped In Your House,
The Smell Of Herbs And Organic Soap Are Toxic,
Seeping Into My Nostrails,
Overwhelming My Senses,
Nightmares Of... All Of Them,
Trying To Hold Me Back,
Trying To Bring Me To A Cabin,
And Lock Me In A Too Familiar Room,
Mounted Animals Stare Into My Eyes,
Laughing At Me,
Smirking At The Plot,
Then He Takes Me,
And Drags Me Onto The Frozen Face Of A Lake,
And Pushes Me Into An Ice House,
The Moon Full,
Spewing Light Into The Small Enclosure,
Come Here He Whispered,
A Perfect Record From The Past,
No! I Screamed,
He Grabbed Me And Pushed Me Down,
Holding Me While I Squirmed To Get Away,
Get Off Me I Sobbed,
His Hands Meandered Up My Stomach,  
His Scent,
One I Can Never Forget,
Made Nausea Burn At The Back Of My Throat,
I Tried To Scream,
Yet I Had No Voice,
I Bit Him And He Slapped Me,
Then Scratched My Face,
Strangling Me As He Touched Me,
My Vision Was Fading Away,
The Moon Silently Watched,
As I Slowly Died In His Presence,
Watched Me As He Tainted Me,
Once Again...