The Victim Of Lust

I was the darkest in the dark.

No people by my side.

No more love, only charity, and only pain.

Sobbing and chanting loudly in a four-wall place.

No one could hear even with open ears, I knew.

Each part of my body slowly started to bust.

But for society, it's just a man's lust.

I desired for a good dream but

Was kicked out and pushed into the worst.

Exhausted till the end, the dead soul was scratching my inner skin.

I could imagine myself as the ugliest person.

Rainbow left hitting me hard from my life.

Everything was more than faded, dark.

Touching my face I could feel the layers of rust.

But for society, it's just a man's lust.

I quivered the whole night, eyes couldn't shut themselves,

The mind was stuck to the deeds of the sinister. 

Head bent over my knees and hands covered my pale face. 

Ears weren't able to hear the chimes of a holy bell

Only the laughter of wild wolves haunted me.

Fancy holding a flower in my hand I could just brush off the dust.

But for society, it's just a man's lust.

I was clutching my fist in and out,

Tapping my numb to toes I could feel the loneliness.

On the verge of dying, I wanted to live.

The body could no longer bear the pain of their touch.

The night made my days darker, I was the victim of a harsh hunt. 

Conferring the grief or pain to me wasn't unjust, 

But for society, it's just a man's lust.