Naive and little in all I am
My mouth covered with a thick hand
Just sights of the wild
Into the darkness he creeps
He slips beneath my sheets
Mouth is covered so I can't speak
Violation of the weak

In a fatal position which I lie
Cornered in my closet floor I cry
Fear controls and takes the best of me
My spirit stays shattered deep inside
Am pungent and full of despair
Furious of the fragrance I wear

He keeps touching me in ways I don't like
A position littles like me won't like
I sleep very well all night
But currently stay woken in fright
Not sure if I will ever be alright
Like a shy lily under the heavy night rain
Like a gust of humid air carrying the pain
Of MOLESTATION over a little girls timid skin

Words of silence thickens
into unhappy drops of tear when
the flesh of my nude soul
melts into a pool of death trap
full of blood from a forced entry into a minor.


_fehto