What`s wrong with me is what`s ill in you. br You forced my hand and degraded my view. br And with a blade, you`ve placed me here, br Substituted my innocence with unending fear. br You`ve stripped out the filter over my eyes. br Now I can see how virtue and purity dies. br And with your touch, I squirm within. br Frozen, I wait as the mortifying begins. br You may have my body but never my love. br While my consciousness escapes, it hovers above. br You penetrate through all that I hold dear, br The contrast between good and bad are unclear. br The evil in you threatens to infect me. br It spills over me much like a disease. br But when this is over if I`m still alive, br That will mean that through hell, I survived.