Drunk on the devils poison,
She let him take her home,
The ride was cold and chilly,
But she didn’t feel so alone,

Bloodshot eyes resembling a demon,
Her subconscious out of balance,
The stumbling walk of shame,
He spells her with a trance,

Then the darkness overcame,
As he ripped off her clothes,
Things start to become hazy,
The burning began to arose,

Slight whispers, spurting no’s,
But he didn’t care for what she said,
She counted the tiles on the ceiling,
The next twenty minutes she dreads,

Tears running down her face,
A fight she did not win,
As he left at a fast pace,
A secret now held within,

She doesn’t think its reality,
Easily he took her soul,
She thinks about him shamelessly,
For everything he stole,

In silence she laid there,
Knowing this was not her fate,
Now all this she feels,
Is pain, remorse, and hate.