The Rape of My Mind

“The Rape of My Mind”

Dragged into the room of despair
my fear I do not try to suppress.
Who could?
When images of evil flick constant
in this
Shadowed Room.

My body is not all the monster craves.
He whispers on my neck,
“Do you like it?”
Riding me as I refuse to fight,
we share the seat on
The Last Bus to Hell.

He wants me to cry, to beg, and scream,
that pleasure I will not give.
“Are you mine?”
he cackles driving deeper into my yielding body.
“I am my own,” whimpers the
Honest Illusions of my Faith.

Pain is his reply to my stubbornness.
Thunder crashes into my head.
Are these tears or rain upon my cheeks?
The storm overtaking my body revitalizes him.
A pot of gold he has found
Beneath my Crippled Rainbows.

He licks the blood from my head
feeding on my life.
“Tell me you want this,”
he hisses, his drenched tongue tracing my lips.
I close my eyes to this madness as blindness is
My Soul’s Reprieve.

Relinquishing the mind abandons the soul.
My body you have, please be gone.
“God where are you?”
My captor laughs at my whispered cries.
He taunts my faith in the unseen,
“When God Bent Down, The World Died.”

His words are ramblings, his intent so clear.
My body is just a pathway to his desires.
“Why, why my mind?”
I weep uncontrollably.
He laughs at my realization, unnerved.
Driving deeper into me with renewed excitement, he shrieks,
“Not Everyone Can Rape the Mind!”