When the zero hours grab the clock, when darkness comes calling
In the times we dread, in the dead of night
When lost souls are presumed to be roaming, and pitch black is the color of the sky
When the wind draws rattles, and so does send jitters...
A feminine dressed figure lets out a cry
Beneath her skirt, a heavy sweaty beast pounds
Her cries fade, and heart crashes spontaneously
And so dawn breaks before us, and we live on our lives
One is soaked in sorrow, blood stains as a reminder of the gruesome ordeal
Forever in her heart,she will carry the scars and the ignominy
Dignity is like paper;once crumbled can never be restored
But was it her fault, to be born to a cruel world?