Dying Secrets

The blistering water ate at my skin
As I tried to free myself of a gruesome sin

None would believe me, they’d say I’d led him on
Were they right? Was it me, not him, in the wrong?

I stood there burning in my hellish tomb
Remembering what took place in my bedroom

No matter how hard I scrubbed, it wouldn’t go away
So, I knew on this earth I couldn’t stay

So the revolver from the gun cabinet I got,
And the last sound I heard was the thundering shot

Now in my realm I’m free from the scorn of my plea
And free from the sinister laugh of the man who raped me

The burning’s been replaced by dampness and cold
And the nightmare died with me, never to be told

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