Violence to the Soul

While you were unaware, you were on your way, with your head full of fairy tales and dreams. Brutal ogres dressed as men, they grab you and take you away.
In a dark cave, while copious tears flow from your eyes, violent hands will tear your clothes off. Fear, shame, leste assail you.
You do not know what they want.
You do not explain why.
Just ask to come home.
Here then start the shots, slaps, punches, kicks, more and more violent.
I'm on you, the terror goes beyond it, it immobilizes you.
Rhythm your body and your brilliance are havoc.
Screams of pain, of terror seize your throat.
A fixed thought, enough, please stop.
But time passes, every minute a day.
They violate you in ways you did not think it was possible.
Pain, so much pain, an immense time made of terror.
Try to stop this senseless thing, but your desperate prayers are useless.
The unclean beasts enjoy your suffering and the more they rest on your unripe body.
They dilate everything, your flesh, your soul, forever.
No more tales in your mind, no more dreams.
Nothing more.