Rituality.

Victimized for the pleasure of one,

Stuck and strung, my soul tied

along with his manly power.

Hooked along with his evil manhood

Toxicity— I am the one to be blamed now?

A man merits sexual pleasure. Right?

Self-torture, I am a victim, right?

My field trespassed against my

willpower, that’s right?

Will power be of the matter

Shall I keep saying ‘NO’!

Will men be of goodness

Shall I tell ‘YES’?

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Consent? Does it even matter?

Society, huh?

“Penicide“, dickmatized—

Pain inside; it dimmed my light

My dignity got cheaply sold

My soul got sold

Will he pay for what he did?

Punishment better be solid!

Forgiveness rings aloud

Silence’s no longer golden!

But will I heal, will I move on?

The silhouette of his haunts me down,

I dislike.

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