Molested

Manipulated into thinking I know not right from wrong Overpowered by his stature; my weakness makes him strong Loathing at the thought that the time has come to go to bed Escaping all the nightmares; forcing them to the back of my head Sexually deviant and wicked; he’s completely out of control Twisted are his thoughts, as he finally takes my soul Evil vicious cycle; spinning round and round and round Devastation lasting a life-time; still waiting to be found © Stacy Lynn Stiles