victim of slaughter at emotions

Past are the days of humanity

when freedom reigned.when dancing,singing

ululating were major themes of tranquility

when unity was bond of love

dead now is himanity and so the world is

alienated it is,for it is the home of tortutre

home of pain,

home of shame,

aware not was I the victim

for i sang out loud on his paining

needles of his leisuring blades

Throughout my soul I cried,

And I did perfectly

As he RAPED ME!

Now I could  fill the oceans with all the tears I have cried,

or cover the entire earth with the blanket of failed, 

tries for the truth that I hold took years to unfold

countless times I have been chocking, 

trying to talk but it wouldnt come out.

RAPE!

the burden so heavy on my shoulders,

that keep jeopardising my feelings

the spear that pierces my heart

the stigma i can not wear off for onto my skin

is stained like a tatoo.