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He touches me
My skin crawls
I hear his voice
Amongst the walls

Cracks in the floor
Call his name
I hear him coming
Impending pain

Victim to a monster
Brought to a life
That I didn’t ask
That I didn’t like

The door it swings
There he stands
Dick in hand
On me he lands

He smiles and laughs
I bleed and cry
He digs so deep
I want to die

He says he loves
But his love is pain
I scream so loud
But still in vain

The stench of booze
Rest on chest
I cry and plead
I’m put to rest

Years of torture
I’ve endured so long
Old enough
To end this wrong

No one’s here
God and night
Alone in struggle
Doomed in plight

So when I’m gone
And you read this page
I hope you muster
An ounce of rage

I’ll hold my breath
But why even try
Before you read this
I’m sure I’ll die

So curse the man
Who stole my youth
I blame it on life
I blame it on you