Young lonely girl,
Wanders through dark empty streets,
Eerie shadows creep,
Catch her with invisible hands,
Hooded figure follows,
Watching her from afar,
Catches up quickly,
Grabs her from behind.
Girl struggling against masculine grip,
Conflicting stench of sweat and alcohol
Linger on his skin,
He tears away material,
Revealing her naked flesh,
Untouched by any other human,
Displayed like a whore.
Forcing himself into her,
Against a woman’s will,
Treat her like a toy,
A cheap fix, Remember
all men are above,
History records state that,
Women just his minions,
Open to unwanted hate.
He leaves her lying helpless,
No care and no regret,
But not without threatening her into silence,
Blade held tight against her neck.
Young lonely girl,
Lost in herself torture,
Her head a shrine to repressed memories,
Her heart willing to forget,
Her confidence a shattered mirror,
Her trust in men long gone,
An empty shell of a human,
Who longs for her delayed death.
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This is a result of too much empathy about something and some other stuff. As Liz and H both suggested it I took out the chorus to use elsewhere. If anyone wishes to know what the chorus was (why you would.. i have no idea O_o) then just PM me. ^_^