His fingers on my skin
Makes me wanna crawl
Everywhere I go
He stares into my soul
He vows to take me
Yet I feel like he shouldn't be near me
I run
Yet there he is
After me
Trying to claim me
As his
He traps me against the wall
He wants me to fall
I screamed when he wanted to use all his force.
Everyone saw yet nobody spoke.
Saving myself by fighting back.
Ran because I didn't want another attack.
He wanted to claim my soul,
But my soul will always belong to me.
He was the predator,
I was the prey.
But he couldn't feed off me.
Nearly caught me but I got off free.
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The Demon's Feast
PoetryThese are my pieces, some bad experiences in life written. Excuse me for making you cry, that was my intention. I hope these pieces not only make you cry, but help you through the tough times in your life . TW : abuse, sexual harassment, drugs, ment...
