A shadow creeps over me,
I shiver.
Dark thoughts fill my head,
Death, murder, blood.
I can hear their silent scream,
All the time,
Everywhere.
Can the others hear them,
Or am I the only one?
Did I have to kill them,
Did I have to make their families suffer?
Fatherless,
Family...gone.
Forced to live on the street,
To sell their body.
I did that to them,
I took their innocence away.
They live like rats,
Unwanted,
Unloved.
I can't take it back,
I can only hate myself for it.
They'll get beaten,
Abused, used.
Their childhood stripped away,
Thrown into a naked adulthood.
Forced to grow up in a harsh environment,
Where the only money they can make to feed themselves,
Is to sell themselves,
A prostitute.
A dirty life,
But the only one presented to them,
The only option they have.
To survive,
They must sell their souls.
My soul...
Long gone.
I've already been stripped,
Beaten, abused.
I wander covered by this mask,
Cause the naked me is scarred,
Mutilated,
Alone.
I am screaming but I have no voice,
And they do not have the ears to hear.
But those children will be the only ones,
Who can answer my desperate screams,
With their own.