Sonnet #1
Sonnet #1
Dreaming of the night
Dreaming of the past
Shivers of pure fright
Of something that has passed
A man haunts my dreams
A man I never really knew
A man who lowered my self-esteem
And that's when he drew
The last trick from his hat
Took advantage of my fright
That sick, filthy rat
Raped me, I couldn't fight
But now he can nog longer hurt me
I know, for his blood runs down my arms
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