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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