She grabs me, takes me to the bed once more.

I抦 just a baby, but she抯 done it all before.

Taken advantage of a two year old, raped his innocence.

And what for? Power?

Well I hope you got your score.

You ruined me; my physical communication to other beings,

my overall sense of feeling.

I wish I could cut your memories from my brain.

They haunt me, isolating me, infecting me with fear.

A fear of a touch, and fear of women.

Didn抰 you think that you would turn me into

a man that抯 afraid of a touch?

It抯 just skin against skin, but it freezes me from within.

This english-burdened tongue cannot express how plagued I feel.

The slightest touch brings me back to her lust, to her perverseness.

Dear God, take this away.