In the darkness of night,
When the moon shines,
I look into your eyes,
And just drown in the sight.

I gave you CONSENT, which you asked for,
And you held my face, kissed me hard.
Blissful night is what I thought it would be,
But, everything changed in a moment yet to be.

Your kiss, a knife bruising my lips,
Your tongue, like thorns, bruising my mouth's inside.
I still thought it was the way of your love when you started speaking,
"What do you think of yourself, whore? Do you think, you deserve this much of winning?"

Your words, a blade, cutting through me,
Sharpening the edge, you used it on me.
"Took you 6 months for this consent of yours, bitch,"
There, you took hold of my clothes, in a breath hitch.

I screamed in terror,
Afraid from the monster horror.
"I love you, my darling",
I screamed in night's yearnings.

That night was a storm in my life,
Took my sanity, left me in strife.
Nothing and no one could save me from taking a plight,
I died inside, my soul in a never ending flight.