Your cold hands,
Your unwelcome touch,
Your dark eyes,
Your hunger for power.

It has destroyed my life,
And what kills me,
Is that I'm trapped in your prison,
And you're walking free.

Everything I am,
And everything I do,
Is a reflection
Of the hell he put me through.

I slit the sheet
The sheet I slit
And on the slitted sheet
I sit!

From a movie