Cry of distress
Babe come in its cold
that was the catch line of my pain
so pure so virile so innocent l was
so trusting l saw roses in cactus
so gentle a man he was so kind l thought
ahhh l thought
so such sweet gentle lambs still exist
l didn't see the blind fold no
then the door clicked lock
and l saw hell on earth
I remember it like its yesterday
my wounds are raw they are marred with salt
"dare scream,l kill them all"
That beast wiped my innocence clean
The confusion,the agony,all my pain is raw
l was limp l was helpless
how could he be so heartless and such a wretch
my eyes are now dry l have cried salt out and dry
but my heart is raw.
lt hurts,can someone heal me?
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