With closed ears,
no-one heard the whimpers
of a lost boy defiled in the dirt.
Clammy hands
groped my squirming body
while I writhed beneath his raw power.
With closed eyes,
no-one saw his thrilled thrusts
leave the soil soaked in my hurried hurt.
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Fed on Dirt
once infected we couldn't be restored
In His Embrace, I Slowly Died
where your love left me exiled
Ceased to Be Seen
the woke West works to weaken my mind
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Dreamed He Would Keep Me Safe
while held within his firm embrace
Adrenochrome
royalty wandered the dark swamps
The Devil’s Whisper
caused my life to vanish
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Tearful Eyes
dulled my mind and left my soul despaired