Throughout the night
You ripped the comforter from me
Your memories tore me away from sleep

While I sleep
I remember how you pulled me
by my ankles as I kick and scream
The look on your face is
Something I will never unsee

I awake breathing heavily
I could have sworn you were here
He grabs my hand
“You were just having a nightmare”

Just because you die in your dreams doesn't mean it has to be a nightmare.

Light bounces off the cold metal,
A ****** blade begging for skin.
Pant leg pulled up above her ankle,
Looking for an escape from sin.

Crimson forming behind the glide,
Not too deep she's in control.
The knot within comes untied,
She watches as the feelings roll.

She keeps fighting this battle,
One she feels she may not win.
But her blade in turn is evil,
Instead it will let him in.

The rush wears off she runs to hide,
Into the comfort of her hole.
She knows she'd have rather died,
Than live with this broken soul.

The dreams all start so innocent
Running through a hallway
Hiding in a room
Playing gently
It's all fun and games
Until the bad man finds you
Until the running becomes fearsome
Your heart pounding out of your chest
Until the hiding becomes terrifying
You know you'll be found

The hands will grab your legs and claw their way up
Mouths will try to latch onto your body in a frightening attempt to satiate their hunger
Curling upward at the sound of your screams and cries
Eyes will be devoid of humanity as you search for some kind of mercy

That's when you know you lost the game again.

I still feel your hands on my body.
I still hear your words.
I still smell your scent.
I still feel as helpless as I did 6 years ago.

The world is evil.
No lesson taught about it.
No way to prevent it.
"Boys will be boys"
No second thoughts about it.

"No wonder, your skirt is too short"
"What were you wearing?"
"Why didn't you scream louder?"
"Why didn't you fight harder?"

Almost every woman I have met
Has had their bodies stained and tossed to the side,
Almost every woman I've met still is kept up at night,
And like myself,
When they are sobbing in their bathtub,
They wonder "why is this world so cruel to us?"
"If God is a man, does he think it's okay too?"
And as they are held captive by the unfair burden of his filthy sins,

they scrub their skin, desperate to wash his touch away.

Color swirling in perfect shapes.
Music playing in perfect tune.
A place pretty and still,
but only to be taken and becomes a ****.

The place not happy, no more.
Haunted by fear and monsters,
with eyes watching your every move.
You can no longer escape this tragedy and gore.

You can no longer escape this tragedy and gore.
You can no longer escape this tragedy and gore.

YOU CAN NO LONGER ESCAPE THIS TRAGEDY AND GORE