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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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