The hands of a demon, have raped me of my innocence. I feel uncomfortable and scared, is this fatherly affection? The hands of a demon have changed all mirrors reflection That is not me is see, i want to run from myself in fear But the hands of a demon keep me near The hands of a demon hold poison to my lips sweet poison on my tongue takes so good as i take a sip I awake in the dawn, with no memory of before I cant find my belongings, for some reason there scattered on the floor The hands of a demon have me feel dirty inside Sorrow is all i feel as there is no one i feel safe enough to confide nine years old and the hands of a demon tore me apart six years later and im still trying to mend my broken heart Tainted you may say at the least Thats what you become when you are at the mercy of a beast. Written By Marie Kovs Sept.13.09 - My birthday