Total fear grips me in the darkness
Remember, I must be quiet
Alone in this cell, is it days, weeks?
Fear, grips me, makes me tremble
Freedom, lost for ever, no one will find me
I don't know if anyone's even searching
Collar and chain tether me, offering no leeway
Kept drugged, imprisoned, enslaved, for later use
Eventually, to be sold at auction
Delivered to some pedophile, abroad
Can’t anyone find me?
How will they, if no one knows?
I don’t think I am going to make it
Life was not supposed to be this
Drugs will kill me, if the men don’t
Relief from this fear comes with the needle
Even so, it is temporary, they need me conscious
Not willing and feisty they like, but lethargic, no
Sickening, how they hurt me and use me
These men just keep coming
Every day, night, and week I am sold
At some point they will lose interest
Regrettably, they’ll end my suffering
Slip me too much in the shot
Silently, I’ll drift off and never wake up
Can’t anyone save me?
Release me from this life
Every day I’m less me
Anger consumes me, each day I remain
Maybe, today, I’ll get to go home
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