damon steine


Innocence

Your innocence
as fine as silk
I ripped off
from your fragile soul

Rape I guess
And I basked as I violated you
grinning every inch away
but as I found
and left your core
I was blind
I did not see
the flicker of your darkness

i became a prisoner of freedom

i guess, i should have
Never
violated you
in any manner

My fault, i guess
that your womb is afraid
to concieve love
for me.
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