When it happens to other people
You say "How sad."
You say "Poor thing"
But when it happens to you
When you're alone in the dark
When there is nothing louder than the beat of your heart
****** thighs bearing witness
To your entrance to hell
Body discarded
Eyes dim and black
Walls closing in on this brutal attack
Minutes passing like hours
That night on repeat
So afraid of the nightmares that you never sleep
Water burning your skin
Trying to erase his touch
No where to turn
Trapped inside your own head
No where to run
You are already dead
When they find your body
The crows will quietly sing
They'll sing "How sad."
They'll sing "Poor thing"