Victim of Susceptible Disgrace

The night was odd, dark, and nowhere to seen People shuttered in the most crucial way I beg some help, I'm so frightened The tone of his voice The dagger he tightly hold The mark he burnt in my legs, I crawled He crashed me like I was stoned My eyes closed, terribly knocking for justice Blood runs to my veins, blood runs for crime Tormented, wanting truth Chanting a lightless tone The anatomy of hide and seek For I tortured and slowly meek Years of slavery, bitter case He held me like I'm a victim of susceptible disgrace