The lock,
a villian that trapped me in
tormented me with its shiny posterior
allowing entry into my private haven
but limiting any chance of escape
the door my armour bearing the brunt of attack
but unable to withstand penetration
repetitive aggravation
incessant cries,
cause for my trepidation
the shadow bangs its way through
all is still
sheer terror takes hold,
my blood frozen
as he whispers sweet words
distracting me from the clawing of hands
exploration of parts once pure
each touch, agony
imprints of a filthy mind
misuse and abuse
confined in all of evil's glory
i lay outstretched,
face turned aside
i glimpse the last traces of the sun as it sets
such beauty so rare a thing in my world
lasts all but a moment before
darkness envelopes me once more
and so it begins, y
et again
the desecration of my temple
the invasion of my soul
truths are distorted,
crazed thoughts ridicule this shadows head
an error made in the makers' creation of him
this the shadow, that awakens the hate in me
the silence beckons as he does his worst 
the screams,
muffled by howls
of the wind and the wolf
predators of my world
and then, time halts
i lay in wake, blood stained and weak
disgusted and ashamed,
tis routine

the lock, such a useful tool
created to keep monsters out
but the question remains
what if they are already in?

Written & (c) by Roselie Luafutu 2008