A night to forget.

The night was bleak,
I could barely speak.
He moved his hand up my shirt,
I refused but that didn't work.
I didn't know where I was, the time, or the place.
I'd rather be anywhere else, hell or space.
He put his other hand on my hip,
He bit my bottom lip...
"Relax, it will be okay."
I still deny  it to this very day.
I tried to run, a call for help.
I tried to scream, but the lump in my throat was growing bigger,
He had a gun to my head...
I screamed "pull the trigger!"
Live with this the rest of my life?
Death & peace & a life of ease?
He put his body on mine...
So violent and senile,
I could tell someone, but they would be in denial.
He has beautiful eyes,
A heart full of lies...
His face is just a disguise of what is waiting on the inside.

A year before I saw his face again,
Why do I feel so paper thin?
I kept my mouth closed...
I was shy & composed.
He just smiles and walks by,
I close my eyes & slowly die...