Victim

we never stood a chance,

you and I,

the game was over

before it even began,

surrounded by this

dark madness;

who could survive?

who could escape?

just a taste

was all it took,

now it is with you forever,

like some newborn,

death-ridden,

cancerous concoction,

refusing to leave;

nightmarish, distant relatives,

visiting in the middle

of the cool, crimson night,

provide a glimpse of the

hidden past,

opening doors to unknown

futures;

just another drink?

it will make everything

okay,         

everything,

alright;

even when there is nothing,

you still make me feel

like a victim of

rape.

.

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