Ruins

Location

United Kingdom

Filfthy rotten hands

Mutilate and ruin

Destroy a pure soul

Knowingly disrespect her innocence 

Tainting a child

Instilling terror

That is everlasting

A sort of pain

That never vanishes

WHY?

How could you? 

The innocent now 

Ruined

Scarred

Destroyed

Broken

Mentally  slaughtered

Because of your lustful thirst

This poem is about: 
Me

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