He clothes me in white,
nothing but white.
He calls me his Angel of Light,
as he
violates me during the night.
Innocence is something one
cannot claim for long...
One moment he cares,
he
actually cares.
And the next his hand is pulling my hair.
I'd
cry out, but I no longer dare.
The pain sometimes, is too
much.
Sometimes, it's just too much.
I don't know whether to
scream or smile at his touch,
I look at my arms, all of those
cuts.
Innocence is something one
cannot claim for long...
Me, the Angel of Light
with the Angel of Night.
Who
calls me to him, I will not fight.
My hands hold over my mouth,
tight.
To conceal the scream...
I won't scream...
The
pain lets up, or so it would seem,
but it's just my mind, wanting
to dream.
Innocence is something one
cannot claim for
long...
"Come here, my Angel."
Calls the master
of pain, my Night Angel,
to me, as I wish it was only a fable.
But he repeats, once more he calls, "Come here, my Angel."
As he comes at me, he nearly sings;
"Come, so I may
tear off those wings!"
He's delusional, I've no such things.
"You won't be an angel when I take your wings."
Innocence is something one
cannot claim for long.
And
once again, between us, that gape,
I almost invite it now... Can
I even call it rape?
He bounds my wrists tightly with tape.
But
then again, the willing, you cannot rape.
Am I saying I want
this-am I?
Do I simply say, "I want to die"?
The
torture-now that I think-I enjoy... I want to cry.
My pain and my
pleasure, they now co-inside.
Innocence is something one
cannot have for long.
For along with your mind,
away it
slowly rots.
Whether it's his fault or mine-
If I was an
angel-
I no longer am.
I lost my wings and light
too long
ago.