Dark Goes The Light

This isn't normal, this isn't right.

He rules the day, he owns the night.

This isn't love, its in the wrong light.

He comes for me when the moons bright.

All the times when he stretched me tight.

He pushes until he's satisfied, then leaves my sight.

But when dark goes the light,

He pushes love unto the night.

Unwanted, and not right.

This isn't part of any ancient sexual rite.

No way to enjoy what he's doing when dark goes the light.

I'm forever filled with fear and I rue the night.

I run, run, run away, but still he finds me when dark goes the light.