Rape does the consequences unto my skin, the shell
of yesterday's man evident through the cuts and lashes.
Blackened aqueducts run through the tissue, show do the blistered
veins a reality buttoned to my sleeve - for all to see, nightmare everlasting.

For long as I live, cemented are the reminders,
solid as the gravestone bound to reign over me.
No solution nor agent would act enough to fade, much
less erase the cavities and chasms which have sunk their teeth
into my skin.

Quick fix I've applied time after time, countless, and here the
hinges are collapsing.
Each day a conflict old emerges, and with age it's grown eager
out of its suppression, to wound.

The backlash coincides with the strands of digits conveyed against the calendar,
each second, minute - month I've left a trouble to wonder, it has come in vengeance
multiplied; awakened from its slumber.

And now, the once proud chassis - shield to my soul, is all but dismantled. The skeleton
which once upheld a mind and withheld a heart, is fickle in its stance - handled now by
strings, instead of the spirit's arc.

Seems it today, I speak crippled -
and tomorrow, paralyzed I'll parade
into the grave I've plotted in yore;
casualty will not sleep
to the gates I've erected
anymore.