My Soul Died Long Ago

My soul still remembers that night

When filthy hands pinned me to the floor tight

I tried to fight them off with all my might

MY Soul still remembers that night

Four drunkards with unsound minds came to me

I could see in their eyes they wanted something

I yelled, cried, shouted for someone to help me

No one heard the plea

No one came

All I saw was a faint light and then the same

They saw me as an object and took their turns

I had no choice but to hide their burns

Then came the blanket to cover their sin

They wrapped me in and threw me into the bin

They cleaned the holy site and hurried off

In order to escape the morning light

My soul lay there and watched in horror

That the drunkards failed to realise something

The body on which they fed

Was long ago dead