I feel the way sometimes,

That I'd never thought I'd feel,

I feel the times you,

Used to look at me like that,

Like a violation of personal rights,

Like a raping of my soul,

You staree at me wiht dark dark eyes,

And I know exactly what they hold,

Tales of the cryptic,

Dark perversion that is your soul,

Lies of the world you never beheld,

A sly smile,

Like a serpent ready to strike,

I can feel the darkness swarming,

All around me,

And I can feel myself falling,

Deeper,

Deeper,

I find myself incompetent,

Ybable to handle the simple things,

That used to get me through all my other days,

I feel that fear,

Of a child lost,

Without her mother,

And oh how sad,

And oh how true,

Would daddy want to see his little girl like this?

I can see the marks on your face,

Tales of age,

And testements of the true you,

You could be my daddy,

So why do yopu look at me like that?

Why do you pulls at my clothes,

With prying hands and eyes,

Why do you lick your lips,

With that seductive way?

Why do you make me feel as if all hope is lost?

Why do you make me see the flaws within myself?