The Rapist
The rapist lives for grasp and folley.
His motives are quite few.
You see him fight for what he wants
-a consequence of two.
He's all but sure of what he needs
and tells you to be still.
The truth of what he'd have to hide
for life to go on to.
When all along he seems to see
an image for his mind.
That neither here nor neither there
is past come back to find.
Where all his fears have come to be
and taken him to that.
And what would be his call for help
would shake his fears where-at.
When all along his need for help
is left back in the past.
And he alone can't seem to go
and face the fear that's at.
So only time will tell him how
when rape holds him to trap.
When all of you who earn his help
are left to fill the gap.
When even he can't help himself
for love of what he's lost.
When all the help he's sought for him
was fought for love of cost.
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