Insulated trauma brain

screams uselessly, He’s raping me

Suit and intellect donning beast

He knows, He’s raping me

He wreaks of cigarettes, liquor, sweat and me

That bastard loves that he’s raping me

Blessed light of day

Gifts of pretend, granted

Behind my liar’s laugh, He’s raping me

Months without dark deeds in bed

Hearts still cries, He’s raping me

Familiar terror starts again

I ask, why he is raping me?

He’s raping me

He’s raping me

Silently known, hopeless so

Forever ruined, never restored

Even his sick, damnable corpse is killing and raping me