Den Of Sin
By Caleb James K.
On cold days and rainy nights
They used me
And it wasn’t right
I was young
I was dumb
Just a kid tryin’ to figure out life
When they took me
And hooked me
At the point of a knife
They threw me in
The back of a windowless van
With a man
Who ran
A den of sin
Eight years went by
And I couldn’t get away
I wanted to die
Because of these men who’d play
With me like a toy
No joy
Praying for my last day
Until I managed to escape
From the pain
And the rape
And I stopped circling the drain
But I never escaped the fear
That they might be near
To again take me in
To that wicked den of sin.

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