Okay, this is a complimentary fic to the ones of my OC on You don’t have to read those to understand what’s happening. Warning: Graphic scene if you can derive a conclusion. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!

Running swiftly to through the streets,

My pursuer right behind;

It seems to catching up,

I’m going out of my mind.

I know what he wants,

He likes what he sees.

He always gets what he wants,

I’m begging on my knees.

He’s not very kind,

My pain he will not ease.

Dead end alleyway,

NO!

He has what he wants,

That I know.

What is held precious to me,

Signed away.

On that gruesome night,

In May.

He tells me so

I will never be okay.

Away to him will I be signed,

He I will always please.

I can never let go

That he has had his way.

It sounds like a first-grader wrote it. However, the meaning of this poem isn’t something a kid that age should write. I’m surprised I even wrote this. I think it was the rain and boredom.