Warning: mention of rape!
Dreaming of the night
Dreaming of the past
Shivers of pure fright
Of something that has passed
A man haunts my dreams
A man I never really knew
A man who lowered my self-esteem
And that's when he drew
The last trick from his hat
Took advantage of my fright
That sick, filthy rat
Raped me, I couldn't fight
But now he can no longer hurt me
I know, for his blood runs down my arms
Dit is geïnspireerd door het feit dat ik heel veel sonnetten moet lezen voor mijn opleiding momenteel en alles wat er nu in het nieuws gebeurd.
Dit is trouwens ook niet waargebeurd. Op geen enkele manier.
[ bericht aangepast op 13 feb 2015 - 13:24 ]
"Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.” - C.S. Lewis