I found this collecting dust in an old notebook. This stirred such great emotion inside me I felt like I should share it here.
Loss of Innocence
By: Jason R.
Written sometime in 1996
My demon is perched high upon my back
All these fears in my head till clarity I lack
I speak of things I pray you’ll never know
Crying alone I’ve lost my inner glow
Whispered secrets upon bended knees
Sharing in moments scattered disease
Pleasure taken from my youthful embrace
My smile is lost now fear stains my face
I can’t remove the taste from my tongue
Only in death can this battle be won
Rape is the new god and I heard him speak
Your forced entry leaves me tired and weak
You took pleasure from my violent filling
I’m bruised now but I remain unwilling
You are the evil and I have no defense
And it was my loss and it was my innocence
“Molestation is an act of aggression against God…”