As I write this, I'm in his lair,
And I whisper a silent prayer.
An Act of Contrition.

But I remember, my silent killer is still here.
Repugnance still lingers in the sheets,
So I'll hold my breath, to stop my silent weeps.

With each repulsive ******,
My innocence was taken,
Due to his greedy fixation for lust.

Numb fingers, and numb toes,
Fear peakes in the height of my soul.

I feel my chest lose control,

As it violently trembles,
My soul has surrendered,

As I wave my white flag,
And let you degrade me in bed.