The Misfortunes of Virtue (Dark Realities PT.III)

Once I was the purest girl until he broke my body and soul

My guardian angel abandoned me allowing the wolf steal my innocence

I had to kneel on the edge of a stool with my arms held by two black ribbons attached to the ceiling

When the molester approached me, lancet in hand He pierced my arms in less than the blink of an eye

My blood was gushing out of me, falling into his mouth

He was scarcely breathing, his eyes sparkled

Who would know that the wolf was in my home

How many fathers, how many brothers have abused

Their daughters or sisters and mothers

I had to kneel on the edge of a stool with my arms held by two black ribbons attached to the ceiling

When the molester approached me, lancet in hand He pierced my arms in less than the blink of an eye

My blood was gushing out of me, falling into his mouth

He was scarcely breathing, his eyes sparkled

'Oh Monsieur, have pity on me, I am fainting

I can feel the presence of the death she is calling me