Innocence Lost

The image taunts her as she feigns sleep Purposely driven to her essence And as sure as it is there, it is evil It drifts around the room like a lost ship at sea The mysterious shadow lingers in loneliness Her body paralyzed as her mind races What is it? Will it damage or deliver her? Eyes appear - cold in the moonlight She trembles under cold, calloused hands They move incessantly over her core Navigating their way to her forbidden succulence Starved for a voice, her cry remains unsounded Forced to consciously await the completion of his torture She squeazes her eyes shut tight Tears guide their way to her sweat soaked pillow Life is endless in these moments of anguish Her fight is flooded by eminent strength from this figure of iniquity His pleasure is evident as he enters her soul Innocence lost in an escapade of transgression Eternity is less than the ravishment which seems to finally conclude Leaving a purulent stench in the air around them He stands and stares a moment regarding his achievement Her exanimate body is left to recollect the horrendous terror What will become of her? The endless panic has ceased, but won't it haunt her existence forever? Scarred, she can only breathe - in and out - her only release The image of pain has gone, and her life changed for good.