A Gift To Me
A filth that wreaks a havoc, no ablution can make clean
Voices that stir echoes, a reason left unseen
Corruption of pureness, sickening of a mind
Like a needle needs a vein, or a man that needs his kind
A knife inserted slowly, penetrates my heart
Just yesterday beat strongly, before it came apart
I look back at the child who played without a care
The deep scars that you carved, only she can now repair
The privilege of my youth, you stole away from me
Possessed, maybe demonic, why neither did I see?
You had not been the evil, I envisioned, late at night
Caught off guard, a frozen fear, I did not even fight
You got just what you came for, satisfied, oh no
I'm down here for the count, your blow was awfully low
With every inch moved forward, almost over hill
My calm thoughts start to empty, distortion starts to fill
A deceitful web was woven, the mastermind was you
Caved in to your sickened thoughts, I bet this wasn't new
But kindness is NOT weakness, this child was not lost
Choice of prey was your mistake, sold you out, forsaking cost
I wonder if regret, eats away your inner soul
Or only sorry you were caught and thrown into the hole
My privileged youth you stole, your VICTIM, one time true
Gave myself the gift of Forgiveness, now VICTORIOUS, no slave to you
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