victim

Too well
I remember her
the victim
crying out inside
never at home
not even
in her skin

He took that away
in a moment
she was changed
that was supposed
to be love
but she only found

Pain , panic
fear cannot decribe
the loss of her breath
the scream in her mind
overpowered

weak , small ,angry
how could she
remember that first time
and smile
she could tell
no one
ever

Never again
be touched
that was the victim
all had been lost
in a moment

how could she feel
joy again
victim afraid
her mind screamed
and her body was numb

then one night
victim died
i buried her there
under a soft
summer moon

he taught
pleasure
and victim died
warrior was born
a light
where darkness
lived before

she haunts me
sometimes
on lonely
nights
shh..
sleep

and she does
while warrior awakes