My body lie flat upon the ground bruised. What had just happened, was of dark news. That man did ravish me, throughout the streets. To get down to his home, to use me for sweets. I was used and abused, but far to much. My arm is broken, I may need a crutch. The tools he had used, while imaginitive and simple. Had cut my stomach up, so my body did crimple. No matter how loud, and for how long I cried. I was forever alone, his were, the only eyes. So I took as I hissed, I had but no choice. For he threatened my life, if I ruined his rejoice.
Four days later, I lie flat. My body aching, my lips chapped. The end for me, was about to come. Without any water, I was certaintly short come. As I waited for death, to bellow my way. I remembered the good times, and even the grey. This was the black time, that dawned on my life. If I could go back, I would have picked the knife. I felt my soul, emerge from within. My eyes went black, and my mind went dim.
