Filth

Filth

Nightmares ambush me when I’m sleeping.

I can’t seem to get what you did out of my head.

Sometimes, I catch myself daydreaming of it never happening.

Will I ever forget what it felt like being trapped?

Your filthy hands weren’t meant to linger.

My walls of innocence broken through.

Ripped and torn as if they were paper

Your hands stronger than glue.

Being trapped under your pin hurt so much.

Why’d you have to scar me and force in me?

I hated your touch!

I still don’t feel free!

No matter how much I cleanse myself I can still feel your filth.

I wish what I’m saying was all a myth.