"Violation"

My skin is thin as paper,

His nails are sharp as knives.

It's as if he has a rapier

And I'm running out of time.

I cannot fight nor reason,

I'm lost without a cause;

For what value is a life unwanted

To someone who shall not pause

In the taking of the prize they're after.

My mind fleets towards the rafter,

Praying it will be over soon.

I flutter,

Floating on air

With the weight of his sins

In the chains on my feet.

I am trapped because of my end,

The violation that shook the world.

My world.