Torn
Copyright (c)2001 Raquel Lung(By SweetGirl)
Nightmares,night after night-of that terrifying day
When you stripped me of my Security-you took it all away.
Your voice haunts inside my head-and the smell of your cologne
Lingers in my mind and dreams-the noises you would moan.
I’ve shaved away your fingerprints-that stained across my skin
And resent the air that you inhale-your breathing is a sin.
The touch of your sandpaper hands-so rough and very strong
All you wanted was to get your thrill-no matter how sick or wrong.
I’m left here,torn,without a clue-of who you even are
And re-live that day,over and over-tearing open that unhealed scar.
Afraid to leave-afraid to stay-terrified of sleep
Even though you’re out of sight-your Ghost continues to reap.
The Rose,once blooming,has lost it’s Sun-and left behind a Thorn
The Petals,once healthy,have faded away-from being pulled and torn.