Ravished emotion

Standing infornt of you,
Bare and naked.

Eyes still and cold,
staring at you,
But not with hope.

She is empty from inside,
Nothing to give,
Neither pleasure nor grief.

Purity of the virgin,
Had been sucked out,
Little soul had been,
Beaten and abused,
She cried and screamed,

But there was no escape.
Covered with blood,
She stares at you.

Is he the Devil who came to kill her,
Or the Saint who came to heal her?

Where is the only piece of cloth,
She had?,
Not the reputation,
But the respect she used to wear?


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