What is left for me to say?

Darling, darling

I am on my way…

You have been raped

And you say

It doesn't bother you

So why

This blood

All down your sleeves?

Why this blood

All down your dress?

What is inspiration

When a work of art

Can be defiled?

And you flirt with me

And you pretend it's alright

BUT WHY

THIS CARNAGE

ON YOUR SKIN?

WHY THESE VISIONS

IN MY HEAD?

I don't know you very well

But we are friends

And you were raped

By a man

I am a man

I am ashamed.