Rapping Innocence

The majesty of intimacy is being ripped away with every child that cries into a suffocating pillow.
The murderers of our dreams haunt our memories with a wicked smile of satisfaction.
Innocence is lost and replaced with the face of that cold hand making its way underneath cloth to naked flesh.
The pain of the act is soon forgotten, but the sounds, smells, and tastes will be embedded in the very tissue of our minds.  
These sensations will be remembered by the children we never have.
At night, in the dark, I can feel him watching me...
taunting me with a lament of his lost love.
His sickening image is immortal and lives in the recesses of my soul.
I will never escape him, but I survived him.
I survived to wait.
Wait for the say when he will stand on trial -
and receive his just reward for rapping innocence.