rAPIST & rEAL

on a monday i dreamed up a rapist
while my head was low and clear
and the string that runs through rapist and real is that of what i hear--

i was degraded in my mind

as he took me from behind

all i had were these ears

while the darkness called me blind

he came in

he came in

he came in

then out he went

then out he went

i recall his footsteps as pain on the way

and as pain leaving me after having its way

his voice was the sentence of my demise

the foretold evil of day.

back to the real as i sit here dreaming

a new man sits in my head

but still i hear footsteps

my heart fills full-dread

"Father you share the footsteps of a rapist"

and when you call my name i hear pain calling

my cries as a raging sea

for in my heart and in my ears. . .

you're the man that raped me